It feels like an answer.

I hate where my life has gone, and I feel powerless to stop it. I'm 25, broke, homeless, bitter, resentful and bumming at my family's house. I feel have I have nothing to offer the world and I leave no significant mark on it. Cannot afford a car, medication, or even weed to bypass a long day of bullshit. If I wasn't scared of dying, killing myself sounds so ideal. That's all on my chest for today. Thanks for listening, I guess.