Effie, pathetically is the only reason I’m there. I’m really to just end it all. I’m so fucking tired of fighting my Trustees for a little help making my Apple Card part of my life. Don’t they realize I'm so fucking tired of only getting resistance and pessimism From when what I NEED. Is success, support, and guidance Effie neds me and that's the only reason I don’t off myself. Really. All my energy goes into fighting the trust for helpful continually advancing care. Tomorrow I’ll hopefully pray again for the convincement to kill myself.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.