It’s 1:30am, Im a 27 year old man and it’s taking every inch of me not to cry right now.

My ex boyfriend came to me a few weeks ago, and asked me if I would be okay with him dating other guys. Apparently the “love of his life” is moving back from out of state and my ex was torn between me and him. After a long talk we decides it was best to break up.

Earlier this year I suffered a very public mental health episode at work, which was followed by a suspension and then an investigation where false allegations were made. I lost that job, which I lived and honestly would have done for free (if, you know, I didn’t need to eat and pay rent).

My sisters are on drugs, my mom is in the hospital, my friends are scattered all over the country and damn I feel alone.

I cant help but think “what the fuh did I do to deserve this?” Am I a bad person? Maybe there’s something wrong with me, mentally?

Ironically life isn’t all bad: I’m in college, free thanks to the military. I have a nice car, nice apartment, and Im generally content but IDK if I’d say happy.

A former coworker of mine deleted himself last week. He’s the 5th of my former coworkers to do so. With the others i was devastated, but with this one I can’t help but think “maybe he was on to something”.

Sorry for the rant