4 years I have lasted this time. 4 years believing and hoping that I would never feel like this again. 4 years of delusion.
I'm trapped in a marriage I don't want, in love with someone I can't have, friendless, fat, and in a job I fear rather than enjoy. Every day is a struggle to even get up and yet I do, because I've always been a good girl. My head is so messed up and I have lost the one person I care about over it all. And now I am back with my head over the toilet, hoping for the temporary relief physical sickness brings over the pain I feel.
I used to be so good at everything and now I am a complete failure at life again. Every day I wish it was finally over and yet I know, once again, I will be disappointed. Even death does not want me and has rejected me so many times.