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avemaria
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- Jun 15, 2026
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Everyday I come home to an empty, roach infested apartment that I work my ass off daily to pay for. No friends, no one. My mom is the only person I regularly talk to. I cry myself to sleep every night and have for the last 3 years. I wish I was brave enough to put an end to my suffering, but instead I tell myself that it'll somehow get better. That someday it'll be worth it, but I don't see that ever being possible for me. There is fundamentally something so deeply wrong with me and that will never change or be fixed no matter what I do.