years of my life are gone because I'm forced to sleep when I run out of the medication.
My emotions when I have any are logged by others and placed back into me
there's no reason to be alive if you're forced into homelessness and cannot find the medication
everything I create and do is shit, I didn't speak to people until I found occupy wall street
I don't understand what the fuck these people wanted out of a person or why they won't pay me/somebody come to me. The others have to log these thoughts to help me get to the end