Alone. My girl shot herself in the other room from me a year back, I was right there after it happened. Both my parents overdosed and died recently. I'm doing this shit so I can work and not be homeless again. It doesn't feel good it just keeps my legs moving. Everything else feels like a movie, I don't exist in this world around me anymore. It's a movie it's not real, I just watch it happen . I started counseling again but I don't know if I can afford it they want me in every week. Which is more money I have to come up with

I dont know what the fuck I'm gonna do. Just a merri go round from hell I didn't ask for and I can't get off