I was awoken early today by a phone call with bad news. I hate receiving bad news.
I also tried to call my Father today to wish him a happy birthday (he is 77 years old today) but discovered he has me on caller block (I know this because when I phoned I couldn't get through and when my Mrs tried a few seconds later it worked). I know he does this because he doesn't want me in my life but then later, fleetingly he acts like a Dad and actually speaks to me properly. I don't understand when one moment he tells me he loves me and then most of the time he treats me like trash. It has happened my whole life and is unlikely to change. He even left me homeless on the streets when he has an enormous home with granny flat lying empty (but that is in the past and is past hurt I harbour). I feel like nobody wants me in this world or even tries to understand me, especially family. I have no friends who want me in their lives. I was told by my Mrs I should plan a big 40th birthday party for myself, truth is I have no-one to invite. That makes me feel so shitty.
I don't live anymore, I just exist. One day I won't and in the grand scheme of things, life will continue on without me. Every single day I hear voices telling me to take my own life, regardless of if I am high or low. I feel sometimes like it is inevitable that one day it will happen. It might not happen today or next week or next year, but I am pretty sure it will happen. One day the voices will win.
Anyway, enough drivel from me. Stiffen that upper lip now and all that jazz...