Venting

 Hell is a place on Earth, I am sure of that now.

With no money to enjoy my life and living in a cramped bachelor surrounded by crazies where all I can do is play video games and watch things on my computer, I know that I got fucked over somewhere along the way.

But my decisions led me to where I am now. Still, my mother driving me to the mental hospital at 4:30 am in 2007 really did it to me. I know I was 23, an adult, and responsible for myself but who could expect one's own parent would show so much lack of foresight and stupidity. And as proof of their dumb, asshole-ish ways, my sister is in the same boat as I am, unemployed and medicated up the wazoo.

But the good news is, there's only 30 - 40 more years of this bullshit for me, provided I don't die of the very common symptoms that these hardcore drugs that I'm on are famous for.