Today I realized just how alone I am. All day all I can think about how much I want to be dead. I called my mom to get my mind off of things and I told her how I felt. She ignored me twice and changed the subject. She always promised she would be there for me during my hard times and now it seems like she cares more about the petty things in her life. I’ve lost all of my friends over the past year. My husband is all I have left but I can’t put it all on him it’s just too much. I hate this feeling.