You would think that by 47 years old I would have gotten a clue. I always knew I was strange/different, sometimes worried that I was simply crazy. I had no friends and a partner that only stayed by my side because I could provide drug money. Blamed most of my problems on drugs and alcohol but sought no help for these addictions. Every 2-3 years I would either end up baker acted for suicide attempts or I would withdraw from the world to the point I lost my job(s) and apartment(s). I’ve been evicted more times than I can remember, ending up homeless. Then after about a month, I clean up my act, get a new job (always better paying then the last, a problem when you have addictions) really easy because I’m a self-taught programmer of a computer language in high demand and it pays better the more experienced you are, new apartment and begin the cycle all over.
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