I've been asking for help with individual things with this
And everything's only been getting worse. I just spent my day crying quietly in my bed, trying to make sure my roommate didn't hear and thinking about the pills I have under my bed. It's just fucking nyquil. I don't know what it would do. But I just want to sleep for the rest of my life. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel like I don't have a soul anymore. I can't deal with this. I can't stay at this place anymore. I have to get out and away and forget about everything ever. I still love him and I am liked in the most uniform, non-real way possible at this place, my friends are all aquiantences, and I think he hates me now.
I used to hate people like this. I used to hate melodrama, and that's what this seems to be, but it's real and just doesn't stop.