Simply put. My life was on the turn around, i had a job and someone i loved. Then. I left the job and move cities for another job and to be closer to the one i love. Then. Found out he needs time to think and doesnt know what he wants, so we havent spoken in 2 weeks. I felt unwanted. Unloved. I left all my friends behind. So. I moved back home. Jobless, living with parents and sisters who hate me, with a broken heart, and constant tears of silent screams. Im looking for a job, looking to move out as soon as possible. But i keep thinking to myself. What is life without love? I let one person kill my heart. I find it hard to believe that love is returned when all that has happened to me is death after death. Im alone. I talk to friends but. They will never understand how much of a obsolete person i feel in this world. Im not good at anything so i struggle to get jobs anyway and everything i do falls apart. Im going to the doctors to say i need help'' sleeping / something stronger than the average tablet dose. Save them up then one rainy night walk out the door of life. Every day that passes i want it less. I get weaker, fatter, more broken every time. I think by the end of this year i will have had enough. The erdge is there everyday. Just dont know y i havent done it yet. Fucking coward.