It’s becoming a painful part of my existence. I cannot stop “playing out” slight changes in my past that would have lead to a happy life. I’m mentally I’ll because I’ve had horrific strings of bad luck on top of trauma. 

I got so close to a happy life (kinda) before everything came crashing down violently. 

I CANT STOP THE FANTASIES ABOIT WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. I had so much going for me.