I am despicable. I have bouts of self-loathing which shifts to days of self-love. I have days where i feel lonely and days when i'm happy without anyone bothering me. I tried both sides of the coin, i tried using my experiences to help others be better people and that ****ed up, then i used my experiences to serve my own selfish interests for pleasure and money, and i ****ed that up too
i can tell that if it wasn't for my family and my incredibly beautiful son, i would have offed myself already, not because i don't love life but because i know how despicable i am going to be one day. and THAT depresses me, because i want to off myself right NOW because i know my problems are unfixable, but i also want to be a good father and a better person for the people i come into contact with
i'm glad i could tell a bunch of strangers how crap my life is, now i can go into life tomorrow with my secrets where they are and feel all stress free