the truth is I'm tired.  Tired of everything.  The truth is, I'm alone.  All alone.  No matter how hard I try, I never get anything.  I'm close to completing 3 years unemployed.  Today was just another day that I got a call saying I couldn't get the job.  As always.  I never can.  I never get a job, I never get out of the situations I'm living in.  I'm really tired.  Willingness to just give up on everything.  The more I try to accomplish something, the more I try to be happy, the more I realize that I wasn't born for it.  That I wasn't born with the right to choose how to live.  What's the point of having life if I can't even choose how to live?  Not even a floor sweeping job.  I can't even do that.  It's obvious I'm alone.  And the more I scream and beg for help and support, the more I see that I'm alone.  With nowhere to run, with no one to help, with nothing to do to get out of the life I'm living.  A crap life.  Brothers, forgive me for this text.  But I really can't take it anymore.  I don't see a way out anymore.  Seems like I was really just born to live with heartbreak and nothing else.