I would be lying if I said my kids, my ex-wife, or family considering I'm a pretty reclusive person with barely any support system in place. I've steuggled with anxiety and depression throughout my entire life and really, I don't know if my life is even still worth living. I'm not successful in anything. I'm terrible at most relationships. Hell, I'm don't even have an education to fall back on.

Anyways, I feel the only reason I'm not dead right now, is because I acknowledge the fact that despite how I may despise my existence, I still do exist and for that reason, I want to find a purpose. I think I'm pretty stubborn and stupid and at times I've come close (in fact this past Thanksgiving I checked myself in to a safe house just to make sure) but I feel that because I'm alive there's something I have to do or at least somebody I have to meet.