i started working at 19 after dropping out of school, not to say that i wasn't depressed before that but never suicidal or addicted to any kind of drugs, now alcohol is a must in the weeknd, sleep is impossible without weed and the stress of homelessness being in the corner if i ever lose my job is making me contemplating killing myself and it actually seems like a good idea, i keep fantasizing about ODing on morphine at least 2 times a day, i am only 23 and i feel like i've lived enough,, the most beautiful years of my life were working 9 hours a day a job that doesn't even make any sense, there must more to life than this