It must be really nice to have a reason to be alive
Cheryl just yells at me for needing help cleaning the house, needing contact from family or interaction with her in a positive affirming way.
My life is so screwed, empty and isolated...pointless.
That is the way I really feel all the time. The rest is just hollow pretending. Why do I have to keep trying to live when it is so incredibly painful?
Maybe I will take a trip by myself an search for a search for a reason to keep breathing.