Last night I tried talking to my best friend about all of it, I had been waiting to do it because I didn't know how she would. I was hoping to at least get some conforting words. All I got was her talking about her problems every time I told her something. I've tried talking to so many of my friends. It does not work. My parents are not an option. I've been thinking about seeing a psychiatrist, but I don't have the money needed to go see one. I need conforting words. Something that might actually help me. I miss my love so much, the only thing I want to do is die so that I can be with him. As if him killing himself wasn't enough, before he did it I wasn't happy with my life, but I thought that I at least had him when I came back to America. Now I don't. I am so lost.