Life hits again...
Well, it is June 27th of 2019.
Β Life has certainly raped me.Β
From losing all of my confidants in a few months over non-factual information.
Β From the whispers with hunting words from my father that compared me to a child molester and a being a disappointment to the family.
From hearing the land of greed wanting their green paper to survive and hoping not to land on a cold bench in the hopeless night.
From hearing from my occupation manager letting my hard-working hands go, without a bat of an eye and knowing my story.
From society's response not loving me as for who I am.
I sit and inhale the nicotine while the rivers rush down my helpless cheeks.
Those little blue pills are looking satisfying.Β
What do I do?

















