I quit my job with a day’s notice. I’m 18 years old and moved back in with my mom. I’ve been in and out since I was 16, moving from friends to my boyfriend, who is a 13 year age difference. I found out about sexual childhood abuse 6 months ago by my father and I’m struggling processing it. I don’t remember my childhood before age 10, that’s why I’m saying I “found out” about it.

My now ex boyfriend broke up with me. It’s a long story so please go to my profile and check my post previous to this one.

I’m in so much pain, I don’t have any friends. I looked at our pictures/videos and we are laughing and I miss that so much. I miss him and being happy. I wish I could turn back time. I feel I need him. I can’t imagine a life without him. So much has happened and I just want to hug him, and for us to get through everything together. He told me I’m poison and I’m the person he’s been hurt by the most in his 31 years of living. I’m so lost.

I don’t have anything anymore. What’s the point of being here anymore?