I just relapsed again after two weeks. I feel so disgusting like genuinely I might end it. I have the letters written, so what’s the **** point I don’t have anything to live for I just cut contact with my dad which has helped but is also eating me alive, whether I like it or not I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not talk to him . I just started dating somebody but why the hell would anybody genuinely love me when I can’t even love myself.