I remember when I moved here. I didn't have a job or any prospects of getting one. All of my money went to drugs and alcohol, though it did nothing but make me more unhappy. The only thing that truly mattered was numbing myself from this reality for as long as possible - even if it meant having no food in my stomach at times or sleeping on the streets with nothing but my clothes on because I alienated myself from my family and friends. My life hit rock bottom.