Just a guy who’s been trying for nearly two years since graduation. Still going nowhere fast, not through a lack of trying. Always trying my best. always bettering myself and my lifestyle. Left behind by old friends now successful. Working hard in a basic retail job. Biggest supporter has always been my mother. And I find myself more numb overtime to the idea of ending myself. Still, I carry on. I don’t have any blame for anyone except for myself. And I can’t bear the horror of my mother finding my lifeless body. She doesn’t deserve that. Guess I’m done.