I'm 25. I'm unemployed and have not worked in three years. I'm disabled with whole-body osteoarthritis, getting more crippled every day, and expect to be either confined to an electric wheelchair or bedridden in five years. I live with my parents in a corrupt household dominated by my meth addict brother. My social life has pretty much totally evaporated. I started an internet business with the goal of making enough money to move the fuck out of my parents' house, but so far I'm $300 down. I have a DUI case pending. I ordered a stash of drugs from India to end it... I have no intention of going through with it anytime soon but things are fucked up enough that I feel the need to have an escape hatch ready to go at any time. The mental health faggots already took my gun away. I just got the results from my neck MRI and it shows degenerative disc disease at three levels, and I believe the scan missed the worst of the shit. This may be the deal breaker. All I have done for the last two years is sit in my room on the brink of suicide and escape into a world of hardcore internet trolling. I'll be shocked if I'm still alive in 10 years. Then again, if you had told me two years ago that I'd still be alive today, I'd have been shocked then too. Which is what scares the fuck out of me because I know that shit is only gonna get a fuck of a lot worse from here.