Every day anxiety intrusive thoughts ptsd signs.The life of watching and living the low-income pothere.Low rosecution contration camp ghetto life.You get the bricks in you,like the song hotel California you never leave.When you do leave the scars are still there.Low-income prison problem after problem chaos and drama,if its no public doll,not enough money then the mental instabilty if its not that the car broke down can't afford to fix it etc,etc,etc.Looking out the window or summer nights listen threw the walls or screens.The jones beaten one another or beaten there kids or doing drugs and the baby next door is in a soil dimper screaming.
My parents beaten me or the strange teen age nieghbor up stairs likes to hang out with the wee little children.knows that your parents are working on the docks late.
The aweful public doll conversation parents talking "saying I wish i never had kids". Or the Emmy ville conversation " do you ever think of...."
I want to live!!!! The hall mark miracle leaving the state going to beautiful community,the kind of community that people say good morning clean.A new start fresh beginning.start my own towing business or something,buy a piece of American.The holiday dinners,the exotic vacation,normal functional relationships barbcues.personal achievements. Materialistic achievements etc.
I am so sick of being stuck
Rapidly fading away- what's to live for?
I don’t like that it’s ok for his sisters to want him to flirt with other females just to make money 
Here's what got to me and pushed me to the edge
