Just laying here in the dirt with my head resting on a rock looking up into the sky thinking🤔When the fck do i hit rock bottom?

I spent the day cussing out my lungs again on my way to the library. I really don't know why i do it it's only going to hurt me more. I just don't know how people can so blantently fck with you and then the cops can throw you into a mental institutions because you don't like being followed. And i don't know how someone can mess with someone and not atleast admit to it so that they can go on living their lives instead of always thinking about people messing with him and not knowing when they'll do it again. All my shit has been stolen, my wallet, 2cellphones, and countless debit cards, and nobody seems to give a fck.