I don't feel any different from when I was at my worst, yet I do. I don't feel I have a purpose anymore, and I can't stand myself. I feel I have only one reason to live, and I feel him slipping away, yet I still have a tight grasp. I'm scared for what would happen if he did. I would have no reason to keep going.
My family isn't a reason, due to them causing most of the trauma an clinginess I have today.
I'm scared to love, yet once I fall, I fall hard. I become clingy and constantly scared to lose who I'm with, whether it's due to my self-hatred or my mental health. But he's everything I ever dreamed of and I'm scared. I lost my best friend because of him "changing me" though I changed myself because I was tired of being how they wanted me to be.
I shed tears and blood because of that friend, but they basically hated me. Every. Single. Day. That we were "friends". They called me a fake friend, then proceeded to put my favorite YouTuber and my partner down by saying that they "didn't matter" and that I didn't like the YouTuber and I was just using my partner.
My mental health is declining rapidly and I don't know what to do. But if it is too late for it to go back up, farewells. Just know I tried.