I think my heart must be shattered in too many pieces to be put back in any kind of order.

I can’t be this person.

I can’t be this person, it hurts too much. It’s too much to bear.

The deck is always stacked against me.

I’m not in a good place and it’s only getting worse and I’m wanting what I can NEVER have, no matter how hard I work, no matter how much of myself I give up.

First world problems can kill you too.