On Vox: The living hell of life at 3am in the morning.

Oh, So much fucking shit is going on at this moment, Its 3am in the morning, and i am dealing with Mark drunk. I wish I could, get the hell out of my lease RIGHT NOW! I attempted to get a job at McDonald’s, Now mark has a knife. Dear fucking god do i HATE ALCOHOLICS YES. AND BRAD WORRELL WANTS TO SIT THERE ON HIS HOMELESS ASS, AND WONDER WHY I NEVER LET HIM MOVE IN HUMM ANYONE WANNA TAKE A WILD FUCKING GUESS?

As i sit here got one knife from mark, his wrist is half cut god knows from what, which i am concerned about. Does Dave give a shit, Does Stacy, Does anyone. Nope, What great Friends i have, as i watch mark slice his knuckles up, Can i do something? Ya, but how can i stop a 400 pound man?

And now hes threatened to castrate me. Cause how can i deny, him cutting myself or him. sometimes i wonder, how many times it seems that i have felt violated by this, all of this. I know exactly, what tomorrow mark will be gone, and note to self, he owes 73 dollars for 11 days. This is utter hell. I wonder if i will even survive the night. If i go to sleep.

Not even besides the fact, that feel like i am dealing with children. that i need to apply for a job. Its utter non sense, and I want to get out of this fucking shit hole. I want to move to Texas, or somewhere where the people, are smart or use their brains, and can see beyond a physically handicap, or maybe what i consider maybe a deformitynow a days.

I wanna scream someone get me out of here. But I know it is I that will get myself out of here. Cause in the end, I have gotten myself this far.

Originally posted on ricky1146.vox.com