@Ninji  
If you call “hustling” a job, then yeah, I hate it. Not much to like about that.
 
Hm, do tell…what are your experiences?

@KolpSlack  
There is a huge list.

@Ninji  
I can see that…based on the thing you edited, that’s some deep shit right there, kind of fucked up…sorry about not getting back to you, I’m whacked out of my mind right now and have been ever since injection. You’ve had it rough, haven’t you? I bet you’re not so bad…I’ve already fucked myself beyond repair.
 
Got my ass beat one time over a bad hustle where I got fucking jumped by four large guys who wanted to rob me of everything I had. I wasn’t having any of that and as such, I had a showdown with them. Needless to say, I lost. I went down fighting, and for some reason, woke up moments later with all my shit still there. Maybe that was a wake up call or something because I’ve slowed down since then. Got a fractured skull and four broken ribs out of that squabble.
 
Is it bad that in the meantime, I crave love and affection from those whom will give me the time of day? Physical wounds heal, but mental ones…

@KolpSlack  
Oh its all good. I intended you to read the edit, that was for Google.
 
A hard thing about a lot of it is separating yourself from the people. I got robbed when I didn’t want to get meth. I gave him the money, told him to fuck off and started swinging when he knocked on my door.
 
Not all of it was so bad. I was always aware that drugs can do great things, I’ve dabbled in energy supliments, cognitive enhancers vitamins and steroids.
 
I was nieve to how evil people got over certain drugs, or injury from withdraw. I did not know how much control they could take.
 
You got to get these people out of your lives, the addicts are often harder to deal with than the addiction. I have fought so much to keep people away from my house, to keep ‘old friends ’ from never seeing me again after they’ve made it clear they don’t care about or respect me.
 
“Oh me and you are on the same team” one said. No, I want better for my life.

@KolpSlack  
They probably left your shit there because they didnt intend for an actual fight to go down.
 
I love you, but you got to get away from these people. Some of them will respect you. You need a normal job and a dealer that doesn’t sell heroin. Even if your dope boy is nice, the dope attracts bad people. You’ll be waiting to get your dope one day and someone will come in shooting, or the house will get raided.
 
I know it’s all easier said than done.

I’m not a great artist, but I have fun making art.

@pixel  
Check on him. If it persists, you should bring him to the hospital.

@Scrabbleman  
I just went to his room to make sure he’s still breathing. He is. I didn’t bother waking him though.

@pixel  
That’s good. Just check again once he wakes up.

@pixel  
hug

Hmmmm…Huggles

I want to die.

I want to die because I don’t know what my purpose is yet, or if I ever will have one. And I’m not talking like fate or some bullshit; I meant a clear path of where I’m going.
 
As of right now, the only reason I breathe is because of my intense love for my family. But I am the youngest out of them so until I find my purpose, my moment of death is counting down to the day the last one dies.

I will soon be lonelier than I’ve been in my life.

@pixel  
What’s wrong?

I’d like to hide my art here.

its fucked how i have a few decent friends but i still feel alone and lost in the world.  
i guess i need to stop getting overly attached to people i barely know. i end up just getting hurt myself. most of these people could care less about me anyways.  
i dont know what im doing wrong.

Imagine spending your entire life with people who hate everything about you.
 
How am I suppose to be a normal person? All that’s left of me is a blank robot.

Hoo boy… About three or four years ago I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. I had to have surgery to remove the whole thing! On top of struggling with depression and lack of concentration all my life I am now left endlessly tired and having cognitive issues like poor memory, mood swinging and impulsive actions (the binge drinking and eating hurts the most!) I’m left with no education, no job, in a small, dead town, I haven’t seen my father in 10 years, that’s ok, I hate my mother, she hates me, my sister is poor trash, I am endlessly lonely as everyone is busy with their nonsense and think I’m a creep! Or I guess so. I don’t bother, the world gets on my nerves! Some days I feel like killing someone in absolute rage. And others like walking in front of a train.

@Background Pony #434A  

 
That is exactly how I feel on the site.

@Gameplay The Pony  
its just me being selfish. wanting people to appreciate me the way i appreciate them. then i distance myself because i know im unwanted.

Nothing of today matters if we never cherish the past.