It’s currently 9:31pm and I have just hid from my family waited for everyone to go to sleep so I could come out to the lounge and cry. 

I literally don’t know how much more I can take. I am 29 and my life has just been a constant battle for fucking survival. 

I constantly shock my therapist with my stories about my life. I can’t count the number of times I have seen them nearly in tears while I am straight faced feeling no emotion. 

Please don’t tell me it gets better either because it just genuinely doesn’t for me.