The depression waves are coming faster and lasting longer. I'm tired, I'm aching, and nothing it seems will cure that. The alcohol is almost gone, I've got 2 weeks worth of smokes, and my drug supply is gone. The three things that it seems have been keeping me alive are either gone or going. Not much longer now, and I'll have to leave. I won't sit here and tell you my life is horrible and it sucks. But, I will tell you that my life isn't getting any better from where it is. I don't know when, but soon. Soon will be the last breathe of a forlorn life.