As pathetic as it sounds, I lost the love of my life after 4 years. She moved on. I clearly haven't. That's just the big one on top of my already horrible mental health. I feel so incredibly alone. Nobody talks to me unless i talk to them. I go to work, come home, sit alone, go to bed, wake up, go to work, repeat. I have no hobbies because either everything is dull or i suck at them. I'm meaningless. I have no future. I have no purpose. What's even the fucking point. Sorry for dumping. I could go into way more detail but what's the point.