Every day just seems one step closer to giving in.
I just want to lay in bed and never talk to anyone ever again.
I've been struggling with depression for the mass majority of my life.
I'm bipolar, and have an eating disorder.
I fell in love.
Stupid though, right?
We had been together over a year.
He wrecked his car and was okay.
He cheated.
I gave him everything.
E v e r y t h i n g.
We worked it out.
Or so I thought.
He cheated again.
Blamed his best friend.
We broke up.
My anxiety and depression has sky-rocketed.
I don't know where to go.
I've lost everything.
E v e r y t h i n g.