I Hate My Life
Yeah I really do hate it. My horse died a year ago and I’m still not over the loss. 4mos. after she passed, my parents and I lost our beloved maltipoo dog. Now my dad is on hospice because of neuroendocrine cancer and he has a few weeks to a month left. Ever since my horse died, I have been isolated and rarely ever leave the house. My dad has been sick for almost a year so he is part of why I rarely left the house and now he can’t be left alone because he is bedridden. I don’t have any friends and no one I keep in touch with. I can’t write letters anyway because I have nothing to write about. I’ve gained a ton of weight since losing my horse. I feel shame for my appearance, my lack of social skills, and my clothes. I feel unimportant and that nobody even knows I exist. I don’t see things improving anytime soon so my only choice is to do what I do best; suffer. My life won’t always be hell, it might get better eventually.
