You know, the sad thing is I will never own a home, have a family, or even have a good life at this stage of my life. I am just giving up on those silly dreams. I plan on killing myself, and honestly, the only thing I want is for my family not to be worried or too saddened. I accepted that I am too old to do anything to change it, and honestly, the dumbest part was believing I could be something other than a wagie or a retard in a group home. The saddest part is that 100 years ago I would have been through an enemy trench or pillbox>Turn 24 in March
