Im currently laying in my bed, it's 5:19 in the afternoon, and I feel such a failiour. I'm a 39 year old male, living to my old parents. I had a life, apartment and a beautiful girlfriend, then she left me the 4 of February. I was devastated, I was in shock. I just wanted to die. Still do. I live home, in my childhood home. Why did my life get like this, it is something serious wrong with me. I must have some kinda mental illness. I'm not a normal guy. I hate my selves, I hate my selves, I hate my selves. I'm such a failiour. I can't talk with anyone. I'm so dead inside. I need help, I need her.