It’s been a while. I’m still just as fucked up as before, no job living with my aunt and still trying to care for my three year old son. My chest feels tight and I want to vent to someone but everyone just looks at me with pity or the “idgaf” face. It’s hard, seems I can’t do much right in my life. I had a thought of suicide today, for some reason today has been harder than the others. I know I have my son to care for and without me he has no one, he’s the only reason I’m still here. I want to give him a life he deserves so hopefully covid will cease a bit so I can get a decent job somewhere. I just don’t know what to do or feel anymore.