What is the point of trying to make things work anymore? Every time I try to make things work, try my hardest to make things right and keep everyone happy, including me, I get shit on. I can't make my fiancée happy. I can't make my girlfriend happy. Every time I open my heart to someone and let them in and give them everything I have...I get my heart stepped on, trampled, cut to pieces, totally ruined...and I don't know why. I don't know if it's me, the guys i'm attracted to, the situation surrounding the relationship, I really don't have any clue. I wish I did.
After all the times that he told me that he wished I would die, that he wishes I was dead, maybe that's something worth looking into. I mean, he doesn't care about me, I've lost touch with all of my friends, my ex is trying to take my daughter from me...what is there to live for? All I want in life is to be happy and loved and be around those that love me, and yet I can't seem to accomplish that, so what is the point of living? Why be alive and miserable? Why not put everyone out of their collective miseries of being in my life and just end it all? What is the point of living when each day is worse than the next?
