My life was literally torn apart because of one fucking douche bag. He ruined so many good things that were going for me and now I’m left with nothing. I’ve been through so much throughout my life. I’ve never been handed anything, I always have to fight for it. And most of the time I don’t get it. At this poor, all I want to do is lay in my bed and cry until I run dry.
I’m the type of person that when something bad happens, I just push it to the back of my mind and deal with it later. But when that time comes I can’t control myself. All I do is cry uncontrollably and lose all sense of hope and positivity. All I feel is hollow and empty.
I rarely ask for help when it comes to how I’m feeling, but at this point I just don’t know what to do. Nothing’s going for me and the only thing that is has moved halfway across the country.
So I’m stuck. Stuck in a dark place where I can’t seem to find my way out of. I pray that I’m strong enough to do it, because from the looks of it I might be too late.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.