My partner and I have pretty much broken up and its turned my world upside down. It feels like dejavu because about 4 years ago the same thing happened with another partner - I had a half-arsed suicide attempt but it was really just a cry for help. I always seem to f**k relationships up, and they fail because of me and because of the things I do and don't do. I love my partner more than anything in this world, she is everything to me and I foolishly believed we would be together forever (it seemed like the relationship was heading that way). I have destroyed any hope we had of trying to make the relationship work because she thinks i'm crazy (the anxiety and the sadness), and I think she doesn't really want anything to do with me anymore. I feel as though I will never be good enough, will never amount to anything decent and will go through life destroying relationship after relationship. If thats all there is to life, whats the point. I don't know if I want to die, but I can't live like this. If only they could put me in a drug induced coma for a few months. Why is there nothing in between life and death?