I can't believe that I'm going to be homeless again, when so many people know that I'm telling the truth.

Copyright L. Kochman, April 8, 2017 @ 6:10 p.m./That's what time it is.  Contrary to what the New York Times wants to use an excuse today for why I'm suicidal all the time, pressure for me to have good grades is not why I want to kill myself.  Being so abused, including having everything I do or say scrutinized no matter how many policies I write or how many explanations I make, is what makes me want to kill myself.  Having my time siphoned into these trivialities, when it's the conglomerate that has tried to pervert everything that I have ever said or written, is what makes me want to kill myself.  Having every productive, positive thing that I try to do damaged or ruined because I am always forced into a crisis because the conglomerate thinks it's funny to abuse me is why I want to kill myself.  Not being able to have the grades that I should have had this semester because I have spent the entire semester futilely trying not to lose this apartment, while not one person who knows that I'm telling the truth and who could have stopped this from happening to me did, is what makes me want to kill myself.  Being surrounded by hateful people for whom no invasion of my privacy is prohibited is what makes me want to kill myself.  Being forced to live in my past by people who have turned my present into a hell that I would never inflict on anyone is what makes me want to kill myself.  

They don't care what they do to me.  They only thing that will stop the misery of my life is suicide, and every day I don't know why I haven't done it yet.