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And after I came home from a long night alone, all I wanted to do was drink more. Shots of shitty whiskey at the bar cost me all I had been working for all week. Five days calling and selling all the yuppies their skin creams and soaps. None of this was worth it. So they say I need a job so I can have fun. But it is not really that much fun to get off work on Thursday night, just to go out and spend it all on getting lost in a bottle of booze.

I fell asleep smoking so I’d wake up on fire. Instead I just woke up in the uncomfortable bed in the shithole hospital that is almost as dirty as the last squat I ended up in. Great now all I have more bills piled upon my crappy job, crappy bed, and all the other crap that I have been stuck in ever since I walked out on my wife. Maybe if I am lucky she will hear about this. I am sure they will call it a suicide attempt. But knowing her, she will think it is all her fault. Even in my fake, half-assed suicide I cannot be anything more than her toy.

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