The Hidden Costs of Camping, Surviving Suicide, Dissing Gay Women

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There are hidden costs associated with camping. For example, I want to go on a routine camping trip because I haven't taken one since last summer. The campground I want to go to is over two hours away from where I am, and costs $35 a night with electricity. I recently saw a YouTuber, say that the reason they stealth camp is because they can't afford to drive that far away. 

Then I realized that it was true. By the time I put gas in my car to drive away, and buy supplies, it will be about $70 a night, not $35. By more "supplies", I mean whatever I need to survive out there. Last weekend, while I was having a solo picnic, my camping toilet, which I was using as a chair instead of a toilet, broke, and I have to replace it. That's what I mean by supplies. I might have to buy food, or something might break and need to be replaced, or I might run out of something and it needs to be replaced, or I might need firewood and firestarters. 

Before going camping, I have to take all of that into consideration. If I'm really remote, I might even need a bear fence or bear canister, which I've mentioned several times in the past. I haven't purchased either one yet. I can't just get up and go camping. I have to make sure I'm 100% prepared. I don't like camping close by because I've already checked out most of the spots nearby and I don't like them. I have a car, and I'd rather drive further away. So just because a camping trip seems affordable, that doesn't mean that it is.

I purchased my tent the year before last, and I've only used it for a total of one week. I haven't even gotten my money's worth out of it yet. I would need to go camping for a couple of months to get my money's worth. I don't go camping enough because I have too many responsibilities and bills. 

50 More Years Of Pain: Surviving Suicide 

Anyways, I'm still minding my business, avoiding all of these gross, incestuous, bullies out here. Everytime a deadly pack of downlow lesbos or trannies call me a man, a retard, or a dyke, I can't feed into it. I know that all of those people are sick, they're evil pests that only care about their own needs, and that they can't help it because they're too jealous, gay, and funky. I can't feed into that much gross incestuous bullying and incestuous molestation and torture. I just can't. It's too much. 

I could commit suicide, but it's not natural enough. About three years ago, I even got bullied for trying to kill myself in the past. Some sick fuck had found out about my previous attempts and started sending random threats to my cell phone. They had found out that I had jumped out of a second story window, and swallowed a bunch of sleeping pills one time. All of that happened over a decade ago. 

I rather die in a more natural way. I rather go to a state where assisted suicide is legal and get an injection from a physician. Unfortunately, I can't do that because I don't meet the requirements. I have to be terminally ill and have less than six months to live. Unfortunately, I have 50 more years to live, not six months. 

I think that as a person with a mental health condition, I should have the same right as the terminally ill. I should have a right to end my pain and suffering too, without having to do it myself. I shouldn't be force to tolerate so much mental abuse, emotional incest, human trafficking, financial abuse, and bullying from others. It's a filthy world. 

EXPLICIT Message to all the smelly, thirsty, abusive, narcissistic gays out here that that keep bullying me 

I'm infested with gay, narc, faggots and can't enjoy my life 

Conclusion 

Before going camping, I always have to make sure I have what I need and enough supplies and money. I also have to ignore verbal and mental attacks from thousands of bullies and incestuous packs of people and I can't respond to every single little thing that they do to me. I know that they're thirsty, evil, and sick, and that they just want response from me, and that they're harmful and deadly. Last but not least, I also know that I don't qualify for assisted suicide and that if I wanted to die, I would have to die the unnatural way.