Until one day, I saw how miserable things really art. I could move to England. I could easily leave this country. I could move to Poland in the same right. I don't speak Polish. I could be a legal immigrant in another country because of my parents. I am first generation american. I'm starting to wonder why I stay here. I have no medical care. I'm unhappy. Dameon wants me to move to San Diego with him. I don't want to move until my car is paid for. The whole point in moving here was that I could be around friends and pay my bills and go to school. That and possible get treatment for my mental condition. I need to get health care. How many people in this country that are valid citizens are sitting through depression because they cant get meds? I am a citizen of this country. I live in the most affluent country in the world. Thats changing, but still why can't I receive treatment. I can't afford it. I don't want to feel like this. I don't want to turn to drinking again. Well thats me complaining.
