Just had a major meltdown and expressed stuff I haven't in years.
I said out loud that I could happily die.
I begged Eleanor for a reason to live.
I feel like life is just not worth the heartache.
Losing my bike feels like the last straw. It's my therapy and I am utterly broken.
Every time life seems to be improving something punches me in the gut. What with a disgusting rise in our rent and now this I can't cope.
I really want out 😭😭😭