whats the point

Why do i fucking bother. I just got weed given to me for mum, so shes smoking again. why the fuck did i spend that much time getting you off it. Mark is now living down the road from me. How come every corner I turn there is spikes. i get over the spikes and try to move on and hey there are more god damn spikes. Im actually so mad im at breaking point. I wanna drink myself into oblivion i want be any where but here. If im not mad il just cry and if i cry im not gonna stop. How much more pain do i have to face until i can live like a real person. when will i get the break. when will there a point to anything i fucking do. I make things better and a new problem arrives. WELL THANKYOU WORLD YOU FUCKING CUNT. GO FUCK WITH SOMEONE ELSE IM BORED OF THE LIFE YOU GAVE ME.