about 11 months ago I met someone when my world had fallen apart, she was the only one who can help me in those moments where I could only think about committing suicide, I no longer saw myself without her, I thought I would have her in my life for a long time, loving her, making her happy, but at the end of all this time she found someone else, someone better than what I was, I know that because of my anxiety problems, depression, multiple personality, it is difficult to love me.

Maybe I can't have a happy life, whenever I am something bad will happen and everything will end, maybe the best thing is to commit suicide ...