I thought about killing myself the other day.

We weren't ready to get a home. But my wife wanted to help her sister and her nieces. I thought if i didn't agree to it that I'd lose my wife.

I'm starting to think that it would have never happened if I said no.

Being a millennial I'm lucky to have a home I don't rent. But in reality your are always renting. This time my landlord is Chase Bank.

Rent (mortgage) can still go up. I worry that I'll have to pay more if "when" the property taxes go up.

The American dream is exactly that, a dream.

The people that own and rent everything are snakes. We as Americans are forced to justify our right to live. People centuries ago made a decision to subjugate all the people they deemed lesser than, and now we have to live with it.

I don't know much about how to use social media apps like this. But if I'm supposed to talk about myself, it feels currently like life is happening to me instead of me to my life.

I have a home that I agreed to getting because my wife wanted to help out her nieces. Unfortunately her sister is a broken individual that makes her a burden on my wife.

I like to think I'm doing the right thing but I feel like a damn fool that is wasting his life trying to make people happy that don't know how to be happy

To top it off my dead beat sister in law has a man that she stupidly thought could be something in life. He's not a terrible person but he doesn't try to do anything because hes broken too.

I'm surrounded by people who are mentally and emotionally ill, I allowed myself to fall into what feels like a trap. Everyday I slowly hate the people I've surrounded myself by