I had a big mental breakdown during the pandemic, but even before I wasn't doing especially well. I have no friends left. And I had few friends before.

And someone told all my friends to abandon me after I wrote my own obituary because I was really sick and thought I was about to end it. So I got into text arguments with her and called her a C word and told my former friend that defended her to lose my number when she wouldn't stand up for me in any way shape or form.

And now I'm alone, with no one to talk to. My dogs are the only things that like me.

And I look back at conversations I've been part of, and about the way I've listened to other people talk about me, only to realize I'm a deeply unlikeable person. So I guess I deserve it.

Hence, I feel like I've burned every bridge I've ever built, and I'm now standing at the end of a plank I've built myself and made myself walk.