There’s no other option lol

I have two options in life. Continue to live in a horrible home. OR. Move out and lose my family members, have a bad reputation, probably be disowned, and risk my dad not getting good care since my siblings couldn’t care less.

So I’m stuck. Will I do it? Probably not since it’s forbidden in my religion. But I do have a stash of my old antidepressants from years ago and daydream about chugging em down in my car the middle of nowhere…

But in the meantime I can just pray that a drunk driver or semi truck hits me instead of someone who has enough purpose and will to live.

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk :)