A while back I had most everything I owned stolen, I did the responsible thing and called the police, gave them stuff that I believed the thief left. A couple hours later they brought the man who I believed robbed my house, but insteAd of justice, I got to stand in my home for two hours and explain to the police that no i did not steal this mans things, that my home was broken into and robbed, but the truth did not matter. So I promised myself I would never feel like that again. I moved got a new crappy job and worked hard to prove myself. Now ten years latter I find out that a manager I worked for used my hard drive to download porn, but since it was mine even though I hadn't used it in two years I get fired, no matter the truth. So again I get to stand in the ruin of my life and tell the truth and again it doesn't matter. Now no matter how hard I try I hate my life more and more. I can't read books anymore cause I think about killing myself, I can't listen to music I used to love cause the lyrics change to killing myself, I wake up and my first thought is I hate myself, I spend every hour at work thinking of killing myself. I promised myself that I would wait until my brother finished college but everyday gets harder. All I feel is anger sadness pain and tired day after day.