**I read this over a few hours after writing, I’m sorry I break down a bit. I am okay**
I don’t know what is wrong with me. 
I used to live in California. I hated my father, he was a dick. I hated my friends, they where all drug addicts &amp; they where slowly killing them selfs. There was nothing I could do about either. 

Online friends where my only escape, and fortunately I got the opportunity of a lifetime. To move away and start a new life, with my online friends. One of them was my boyfriend. So I took the Opportunity and left cali.

5 days later after moving, my boyfriend broke up with me. Over text. All of my friends stayed, thankfully. Now, I’m dating someone else. 

But everyday I can’t help but think if they don’t love me , if I’m not good enough for them, I would have to go back. Go back to the miserable life I once had. Go back to the people I hate so much. 

I have it so good here, and I am so afraid of fuckinf everything up. I don’t want to fuck it up. 

So. I want to d¡3. I want to start over and make it good for myself or I want to see how I’ll fuck up and fix it before I do and I want to make him happy and I want to be happy, why can’t I be happy? God I just want to be happy. 

I just want to be happy. I want him to be happy. I want to make him happy. I’m afraid that I’m failing on making him happy &amp; im scared. I’m terrified of not making him happy. Because he’s made me so happy. Please god just tell me I made him happy.