I was perfectly fine. I was doing okay. And. Then i just. I had to move back with my parents. And ive been here, one day. And here i am. I had a breakdown before i came back. And now im having another one because. I cant be here. This place, just fucks me up. It fucks me up so badly. And so quickly. I cant do this . This place is just so bad for me. But im stuck. For at least a few months. Theres no way for me not to be here anymore. I fucking stuck here and im just. Its going to get so bad. Why why why why why why whyw y why whyw why why why why why why why why i cant do this i cant
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At least you have somewhere to stay.
Your situation mirrors mine… so much that I could have written the exact same post…
Everyday I live here, a part of me dies. I have no chance of ever being content here, yet I have chosen to squander the better part of my youth here. I will never get those lost days back. Now, I am so desperate to start anew that I am willing to risk becoming homeless or working dangerous professions in order to escape this prison of a town before I waste another year of my life here.
All I can suggest is to come up with a viable escape plan and take some chances, because life is too short to rot in a location where you are always miserable. You can always make back the money you spent getting established in a new place, but you will never get back the days, months, and years spent in a dispiriting location.