I posted a journal called "a cry for help" some days ago, with no explanation for the reason behind this, or even a reply to the comments on the journal.

I'll have to start with Greenland, because after finishing College, I had to go back here to help my mom with the troubles and hardships with my brother, but I've hesitated because I do not like the general greenlandic people, specially in the capital Nuuk. But family needed help, so I had to go. Mom knows my hate for this place, and she says it's without merit, therefore my opinion is irrational.

I've always had bad experiences with Greenland since childhood, I'm born here after all, almost every friend I visited as a kid, had drunk parents, or simply high parents who naturally didn't care for their kids, or did care enough to abuse them physically, while I was watching.

Less than a month after my arrival, I saw a girl being harassed and violently abused in a staircase in the apartment block I live in. I didn't hesitate for a moment to try and help her. the guy turned to me and smelled like alcohol, became arrogantly aggressive and got me beaten up. My mom tried to separate him from me because he was strangling me, manically determined to end my life. After a while I got my foot free and tried to kick him in the face, but it became hard to focus, and my vision got so blurry and by the time I finally aimed at him, I missed. I could no longer move and everything was fading. "Is this where it ends?" was the thought I had on the floor. I woke up again, and stood up, I saw him fleeing and heard my mom talking with the police on the phone, so I went after him, but it was so hard to even walk straight. He got away.
What amazed me though, was all the spectators, none of which called police or even thought about helping us.
I ended in the local hospital and had to talk with police, doctors and insurance company countless times.

I call the police so many times during a month, about 1-5 times every 14 days, this neighbourhood had so many break-ins I witness to (only the ones who simply break the glass though, because that's really loud). And they even try to break in while you're still obviously at home, in the very room. They sneak in hospitals and steal at any given moment and sell drugs in the open, inside the stores.
I sleep next to a drug dealer, and drug addicts are so desperate, that the door is being beaten and kicked AT LEAST 3 times a day, sometimes theres one kid (@ 6-10 yrs old) paid to knock on the door, with a large group hiding, and waiting for the door to open.
A woman once cried desperately for her life, but we couldn't locate the source, after a few minutes, it got quiet.
People have approached me on the streets, telling me I have cigarettes and they want to buy them, then grabbed me before I knocked them away asking them to stay away.
A pram with a toddler in it was let go by a mom too busy chatting with other women, began rolling downhill, right past a handful of people I had to run past in order to save the kid, no one gave a single fuck. That was while on my way from the library where a couple was yelling at each other, for the 100th time. Yeah, Greenlandics yell a lot on the streets, they argue all the fucking time, and spend all their money on drugs and alcohol.
Greenlandics are also very discriminative, even against other Greenlandics from other parts of the country, they keep verbal abusing foreign citizens, and they especially hate Greenlandics like me, who doesn't speak Greenlandic. (I've seen a LOT of that during my time as Hotel security, bringing up the phone up to the table and asking them to continue the shit talk usually calms them down, thinking that I'm actually recording.)

It keeps piling up, and everyone are so passive about this, even when I try to resolve it. In danish, theres a saying "The drop that makes spills the content." (roughly translated), and that fits the day at the library. I was using my laptop, and next to me was a guy browsing on his phone, suddenly he knocks his fist on the touch screen angrily. Damn, that was pretty weird. After a few more minutes, I jump up a little by a loud bang caused by his smashing on the table, and kept going a few times before leaving, no one bats an eye, not even the employees thought it was strange, no one gave a shit. I would normally ask them to calm down, but I was already so stressed out that I immediately had to leave. I went home and mom saw that I wasn't feeling well. I explained what happened and she did think it was strange... that I cared. She told me "Just ignore it." I replied "I can't." she repeated right away "just ignore it". "I CAN'T!" and I got to the breaking point, but she calmly repeated as if it was a tape recording on repeat "just ignore it". I broke down and yelled out loud, that I cannot ignore all the crazy shit going on around me in this sick country who gives a shit. She just stared at me weirdly and asked "Whats wrong with you?". So I left and my thoughts got shrouded in desperation, which later became thoughts of self destruction. I could not contain myself anymore, and I knew that ending my own life would be plausible.

I found this piece of information: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_suicide_rate
And I think of all the people who had enough of the madness in this country, thinking they were the only sane people, and couldn't take it anymore like me.
I thought of Robin Williams, who I never would've guessed that he was depressed. So I decided to make a cry for help, but was not strong enough to explain why, just hoping some people cared enough.
I made the post on the phone, but was unable to reply to your comments, and found out why, I disabled a bunch of features on the Opera browser to save on the super costly bandwidth. (I used to have internet, but the company made up imaginary bills of over 6000 USD, which you HAVE to disprove somehow in order to purge the bill. They did this to a bunch of people, I was one of them, and the court cannot help).
Anyway, I did however compose a journal earlier on the phone, about as long as this one, so it took forever, but it got lost when I tried to post it, motivation to type it again on the phone was non-existent, sorry about that.

Thank you so much for your concern, and thank you again for helping me out for those who did, I do try to act strong, but I can't pretend all the time.

Thanks for reading this far, have a good day.