Three weeks into antidepressants and met someone amazing.
It was all sunshine for a moment there but then it poured.
He told me he was moving away, wasn’t looking for anything serious and that he enjoyed being single. Running on low expectation all over again. I had to push him away since I was already having feelings for him and yeap that’s insane because we’ve only been dating for like a month. I guess people like us get attached too easily to any slight sign of happiness and when it goes away it feels like our world comes crumbling down. I haven’t stopped crying, can’t get out of bed since we had that talk. I’m back to square one.
I’m seriously running out of energy and this is my cry for help. I think each day I’m getting closer to commiting suicide. I’d rather do it than hitting my 30s without accomplishing anything, being a failure to my family and having this constant feeling of despair and emptiness.
Dirty tissues, trust issues.
STOP THE BLEEDING.
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But perhaps you’ll achieve something truly phenomenal in your 30s or even 40s, with 2-3 decades of life still left over to bask in the memory of your past achievement.