I am not who I thought I was. My sister is strong. I am getting into another relationship like the one with my ex, except this time, I have no family to help me. I am so screwed. I will never be treated the way I want because of my past. I am not who I say I am. I am nice, but I am a pushover. I believe everything that everyone tells me and now I can’t change. Because my ex lied to the police and broke me down to basically nothing, I cannot get my damn life back on track. And all anyone can do is tell me that I have to accept it. I hate my life! I’m not suicidal, I am just angry and depressed and always will be. Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress! I can’t get rid of it! I can’t move on to better things, I so want to give up but can’t because it’s life. You have to keep doing the same mundane things every day. I regret everything because I used to have this perfect life. Now, I don’t. Now it’s so messed up. I can’t stop shopping or smoking or anything.