I’m in a bad way, mentally. So much so, I’ve broken out in a rash all over, which has triggered my OCD. In all honesty, I’ve been questioning whether I should continue bothering to try and get well at all. It would be so much easier to just give up and end it all. They’re the kind of dark thoughts ruminating through my mind at the moment. I’m feeling incredibly alone and abandoned by someone I believed loved me. I’ve realized they were only using me to quell their own loneliness, with no regard for how it affected me. He was the man by all others were measured. Now, I just feel foolish and duped. My heart feels broken and aches for the moments…