My Purpose In Life Jumped Off A Bridge.My purpose in life was taking care of my fiance and giving him everything I could, but he committed suicide and now I'm here by myself with no point of living because my entire life was him.
I get up each day because I have to. I am still alive because its the "right" thing to do. I pretend to care about my life because that's what I'm supposed to do.
But its empty, lonely, and pointless now. I don't think anyone will ever love me the way he did, and I don't think I can ever get over him. Just looking at another guy makes me feel as if I'm cheating. I just want it to end. The obligation of being alive grates on my nerves each time I open my eyes in the morning.