The life that i live here shows me that i have too look out for me and only me

i have been here in Ireland long enough, i am fed up with all kinds of stuff when i come back i gonna drink till i cant get back up. it seems that you would only care for him. i feel lost on the path where i used to walk now. i just came back tonight walking in dublin wandering streets that i dont know, with people that looks like they gonna kill me. if i died, i wonder if you have ever care. i feel like i have no soul. i thought i was wrong but was right yet wrong.. sigh... life soo hard fine! i am gonna live life my way now and no one is gonna change how i live....