There isn’t anything for me, and what little I manage to obtain I quickly ruin. I’m not close to family at all. My abusive father threw me out at 19, and I haven’t spoken to him since. My mother is too busy with her own life to really be concerned with my problems. I went to college for 6 years and amassed a debt that I’ll probably never be able to pay off. I was fired 9 months into my first job, and after 10 months managed to land my dream job. Except my boss has no respect for me and hardly gives me anything to do. What I do work on is mindless repitition and I manage to mess that up as well. I live with my bipolar boyfriend who is physically abusive. I don’t have any real friends; I’m no one’s best friend. If I lose this job, then it’s over for me. I’ve worked hard my entire life dreaming of what I have now: a corporate job and a boyfriend. Except I’m a failure at both. I try my hardest. I’m a good, decent, and kind person. But I’m a huge failure at life. I wish I could just go to sleep and not wake up. I’m not meant for this life.