things dont get betteri  friend kept going high every aspect life tells things get better started sound grating condescending child thats reason it get better hear live child see every weekend dont find reproduction reason living dont actually care selfish sound never happy memories childhood happy stretches time entire life went trauma abuse child huge slut early s could places go ways escape thoughts didnt work got pregnant  got married didnt work out im  divorced homeless  months living car winter last year im back grandmothers cant get crippling debt make shitty  hour going thing ive lived long enough know never happy feel way desire sort career everything takes amount effort money study turns stomach makes want more desire mother dont even know im going post this