Plastic surgery is the only thing that can save me from death at this point, i was just staring at a selfie i took about an hour ago and I doubled down on the fact that I’m a dysgenic ugly piece of shit SPIC with multiple mental disorders and a couple of underlying health conditions that won’t let me cope with meds or alcohol anymore without uncomfortable consequences.
I’m wageslaving 40 hours a week in a job I hate and I can’t afford to work a second job due to my poor deteriorating health, I don’t see the point of going to school if I feel like I’m fucking dying 24/7.
My family are a bunch of cocksuckers, ignorants and backstabbers, the only person that I can talk to about my problems is my but Mom she never understands a shit I say because she’s a spic with a room temperature IQ, she abused me when I was a kid so fuck her.
My heart isn’t even beating right guys, how do you guys cope with this shit
I’m wageslaving 40 hours a week in a job I hate and I can’t afford to work a second job due to my poor deteriorating health, I don’t see the point of going to school if I feel like I’m fucking dying 24/7.
My family are a bunch of cocksuckers, ignorants and backstabbers, the only person that I can talk to about my problems is my but Mom she never understands a shit I say because she’s a spic with a room temperature IQ, she abused me when I was a kid so fuck her.
My heart isn’t even beating right guys, how do you guys cope with this shit
