The last few years have been an absolute downward spiral for me (NB25), leading to this very point. I’m writing this in a cemetery atm, I’m settling in for the night because this is the best place for me to sleep. My disability, unstable personal life, and just plain bad luck have all resulted in me having no car to sleep in even, let alone an apartment or couch to crash on.

People have come and gone from my life, but I’ve always had very small circles. Now, however, the only support system I really have are one friend of mine, my ex wife, my parents who grow more and more distant the more desperate I get, and that’s about it. People won’t talk to me, people don’t want to make plans with me, hell, people don’t even wanna meet me for hookups anymore. I grow more and more isolated with time, and it’s wearing on my sanity. Genuinely, I do not have much energy left to keep going, and nobody is here to help me. It’s ok, because even if they did help it would just feel like I’m burdening them, which I already honestly do. I should just accept that the last days of my life will be very, very lonely, and find joy in the fact that I won’t be siphoning resources from those who I love while I do it.