I want to fucking end all of this. There’s no point in anything, I hate this world and it’s terrifying to me. I wish I wasn’t afraid to die, I won’t do anything because of how afraid I am. I used to be an addict and nothing can ever make me as happy as drugs do, I have no passions or dreams in this life. What is the point??? I moved across the country with my boyfriend and I’ve been putting my problems on him, he’s about to snap I think and leave me for his well being. I’m fucking draining and horrible to be around honestly. I barley know anyone here and have just started my ED shit again, it’s almost like a hobby for me which is fucked. I swear to god if there’s a crazy war or some shit I’m overdosing. thanks for letting me rant, this has already calmed me down by getting it out and knowing it’s not on my boyfriends shoulders. Sorry if this makes no sense I’m running on an empty stomach and a panic attack.