It should be our 11th anniversary together but it’s the 3rd anniversary of you being gone forever. I wish you knew how much my life has fallen apart without you. You wouldn’t even think I’m the same person. It kills me hearing everyone talk about their little kids and all I do is try not to cry and I usually just have to walk away. My current job is the most I’ve ever been paid, best schedule, and the longest time as an employee, but I keep thinking I should quit and find another where I work more alone so I won’t hear people talk about that stuff. I know everyone thinks I’m dumb and doesn’t like me, which I wouldn’t like me either if I were them, but no one knows any of this because I started right after she died. I feel like a part of me wants to just kill myself and it gradually keeps getting bigger and bigger but part of me doesn’t. I feel like the part of me that thinks I should kill myself is like a self fulfilling prophecy where I am self destructive so it’s an easier choice to die. I was never an alcoholic and haven’t drank anything in over 10 years because I didn’t like the feeling, but now I am tempted every time I go to the grocery store because the destructive part of me tells myself that would make the choice to commit suicide easier. I was always an introvert, but I was never like what I’ve turned into. I don’t have even a speck of self esteem anymore. I never hated myself before but now simply describing it hate is being generous.
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