At this stage, I feel like I just want death. An end to this suffering. There is music pounding in my brain at all times. How did I get like this? My mother form 2'd me and then died herself from alcoholism. In her supreme arrogance and ignorance, she always thought that doctors could cure however I was feeling. My father, an abusive drunk, was important to her. Since we got in a physical fight in 2007, that was also her justification for calling me "insane" or "crazy". I guess my life is a tragedy. I don't see how I can go on like this.
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