Life is so stressful and empty. I can’t talk to anyone about how I feel. My boyfriend does the bare minimum, doesn’t even engage with me physically half the time. I’m weak and tired, and can barely bring myself to do anything. I enjoy writing, but even that has dulled significantly. My parents aren’t there for me how I’d like them to be. No one ever takes what I want/need seriously. I’m ugly and fat, and get worse every day. I can’t tell my boyfriend how horrible I feel because he always has a bad reaction to it, yells and screams at me. I hate going outside, interacting with people, having them look at me and judge me. I hate not having enough money to feel secure. I hate trying to find a new place to live that won’t drain my expenses or fuck me over. I wish I could be someone else, or disappear.