I spoke to My old therapist around 6 pm when I gave her a call I'm glad I called Her when I did cause She was about go
to Manhattatan (probally to the Theater)I told her everything that was going on with Me and She commented first that I sounded completly miserable I Miss My life before I got disabled.I miss work evan, a nother summer has ended anded what I used to do would be hanging out in front of the Bodega playing Dominos, and when it would get to hot
FDNY would turn on the fire hydrants and I would just pull a milk crate undernearth and enjoy that water know I'm living half a life, no freinds come or call,I'm just a loser
that why I want to realease this pain I hate My body being My enemy.every day I hope to feel better at least inside but now I just feel worthless and a few little cuts wouldn't hurt but they would I want to i know My prognosis.
I'm gonna be a head in a bed. yeah,I don't wanna go out like that it aint rite