Well heres my story. I started abusing alcohol drugs at the age of 11. I was (and am) a loner who only had a few "friends" who didnt give a shit about me. when i was sixteen i was falsely convicted of an attempted murder charge, charged as an adult and sent to Pelican Bay State Penitentiary. AT SIXTEEN. I spent 3 years in hell , whilst being subjected to the worst physical and mental abuse inaginable. I was finally released when new evidence came to light that proved that i really was innocent. It has been two years since then. I now suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder so badly that it takes me hours to gather the courage to leave my apartment to get the mail. I have never had a girlfriend and i doubt i ever will. No one wants to be near me, no one wants to know me. The only time ive ever had interaction with females is when they are insulting or shunning me. I see no reason to go on living in this hell we call life. I cry myself to sleep every night and hope for death to take me, but it never does. this pain will never end.