That's me. On the razor's edge, stuck between a rock and a hard place, a thousand other mundane saying that say nothing about the person speaking. I have had it. I have dealt with this shit for 16 years now. I hate myself, my life, the world, an people in general. It is time to go. I want out. It can't get better. I can't get help because that would make things worse not better. I know I need help but because of my job I can't. Without the job, can't support the family, so why keep breathing. I fucking hate life, i dispise the beautiful. Fuck someone shoot me.