Over the past year I’ve lost 100 pounds. Gotten a better job, gotten closer with my friends and really made strides towards a better future. In that year I’ve been as depressed and hurt as I’ve ever been. Last year my girlfriend and best friend that I’ve know since I was 6 (I’m now 26). It’s 1 day I lost my home, dogs and love of my life. I had dinner with her last night. I’m still in love with her. I don’t think she loves me anymore and that’s the hardest part. There isn’t enough time in my morning to give details, but it was messy and gross and horrible what we did to each other. I can’t share this story with my friends bc they have spent a year trying to tell me how much better off I am. However I feel worse as the days pass. I don’t know why I came here to say this, maybe because it’s only place no one knows who I am. I ask only if someone does read or see this to be kind and send love. Thank you guys for listening