There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. I have stopped caring... All the good things in me, the good and true things that make me whole are disappearing... i reach out for help from the medical establishment and all i get are fucking brick walls and the same old nonsense of whatever, let things remain status quo because they can't be bothered with a fucking insect to help, i don't have a drug addiction and i'm not just off the fucking boat so i must not be fucking in need of help... so things will remain exactly as they are... whats the fucking point of reaching out for the help i needed 30 years ago if all i am gonna fucking get is a brick wall.. these assholes in the system raised me and now don't even acknowledge the facts of my life.. and they wonder why i stepped the fuck