Yeah, somehow, you make a post like this and you get 123 votes but only 1 comment and that's from steemitboard. Makes you think man, makes you think on what the hell the world has devolved to.

I just recently replied to a post from artsy who is under some pretty bad situation too and it's like no one REALLY cares, not enough to spend their time writing a comment. I mean, right now I do have an awesome idea for a post I want to write, there is so many things I need to work for my anime community, but that's no reason to not support someone with a comment. I'd rather earn 0.5$ less than not write this comment, I'm sure other people agree, I'm sure other people don't, it's a fact.

I haven't used weed before and I don't plan on using it either, but a cousin of mine did, he got high often, he told me it was the best feeling, you felt relaxed, everything was clear, you felt good, etc... etc... I don't know, I have never tried it and don't plan to, but there is something real, reality IS a bitch, no two words around it, and to me the weed is just a way of trying to escape this reality. However reality smacks you back always, just like you said, now you can't afford it, plain and simple as that, reality kicks you back into here.

Maybe, maybe you should try to float a while, relax your thoughts, calm down a bit and focus on the small positives, on these 5 who decided to check on you, to me the beach is really therapeutic. If you're considering suicide, then I guess I can relate somehow, I did consider suicide some time ago during an epoch of extreme bullying. I didn't have the balls to do it though, I admit it, it's not that I wasn't against a wall, it's just I didn't have the guts to go through, I was fucking coward. Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better to just have ended everything, to see my screen go black and that's it... sometimes I'm glad I survived and grew stronger, because this world is full of shit, but I've meet good people, people who care or at least that's what I tell me. I'm sure if I die the only people who'll remember me are my mother, my father, perhaps my brothers-in-blood... perhaps, I know my aunt would cry since she's been with me since I was a child... and I think that's all, anyone else wouldn't care much... that's reality for you. Even my best friend has forgotten completely about me after leaving my country, he doesn't never reply on FB or on messenger, just goes to show the kind of person he was, screw fake friends I say, I want true people that can understand me and that are willing to spend time with me because THEY WANT to spend their time with me, not because they want my money or my knowledge or whatever...

Don't be a sad pony, life is shit, but if we focus we can always find something shining in the bottom of all that shit, I'm from a third world country and stuff is different around here, true. I can't understand how does one feel being surrounded by awesome things and unable to enjoy them, I just don't have shit and everyone around me is in the same boat so at least I can relate to them :(