So on finally alsmot all moved into my new place after staying with my then bf for a month, I guess he’s not my bf anymore. Well, I’m not sure. I said I needed space. I thought I’d be happy. Like everything would fall into place and I’d be happy again. But I’m just as miserable. I don’t even know what I’m doing. I can’t handle the stress of the relationship right now. But I’m not happy now that I did what I thought was going to make me happy. I’m not sad we’re not together. I’m just still sad in general. Man. I think this depression is really fucking deep. I still haven’t Sought help. Maybe I should
I’d rather die alone, than be fooled my whole life through. So go fuck yourself. And hopefully die.
Because aliens deserve to be happy too. And you’re a special alien.