After almost 3 years of trying, my partner broke up with me. My inability to live, to get out of bed some mornings, all of it costed me the only person in my life that tried so hard to bear with me.
My head is so cruel, making me feel so sh'it all the time and I always end up doing stupid things... I wish I could feel happy.
If only I was able to keep my job so that I could have afforded therapy... Why didn't I let them pay for me... Why am I this way...
I am stuck in a foreign country wondering when I should ask my mom to prepare my old room to have me back...
I'm so ashamed. So hurt... I wish I was never born honestly. My life seems to be taken straight out of a antic tragedy play..
I'm tired.