That’s all I have to say. I don’t really know what else there is. I feel like nobody is there for me, and I am always there for them. I am tired and sad all the time, but nobody knows it. To them, I’m great at living. They even ask me how I do it, how I make everything look so easy. It’s not easy. When they crumple, I am there for them. When I crumple, I am left behind. It’s like they think it’s not a big deal because it never happens. I’m always doing okay. I’m clearly not. But whatever. I literally have nobody left to even check on me, so at this point, it doesn’t even matter. I’m lucky that I love my dogs so much because they’re the only thing keeping me here. All I want to do is crawl back into my shitty abusive relationship with my ex so that I can at least have some form of comfort, regardless of how fucked that is. I’m just uncertain of everything now.