I’m about to lose my home and my boyfriend at the end of the week. I can either move back into my parents’ place in the closet of a room next to what used to be my old room, or… well, that’s about it. I’m 22 and I have very little to show for my life. I work in a dead end retail job part time and I can’t seem to get out of this rut. My soon-to-be ex boyfriend is miserable because of me, and I know my parents are deeply disappointed in my life. I have no close friends except for one who […]
That’s what it has felt like for a while. Like I’m just lingering in this fucking limbo where I know I’m tired of living, I know I only hurt people and disappoint them and make their lives more difficult. I am really just 21 years of promise culminating into failure. My own boyfriend is kind of sick of me, even. I can tell. I don’t talk about this stuff with him because he doesn’t deserve the burden. Though I guess it’s hard to hide it when you get depressed (I am not diagnosed, my twin brother is; I have too much shame to see a […]