What's the meaning of life? Lately, I lost my gf, lost some of my friends too in the process, lost my therapist, and more. My ex also went on a tangent to me on how she overhead something I said about her and she proceeded to call me so many horrible things. For an hour I had to hear her calling me a bully, horrible, selfish; maybe I deserve it at this point. I don't need you to point out all of the horrible things about me because I already know what a piece of shit I am. I'm so sick of life. I was fine two months ago and now I'm back to where I was 4 years ago. I feel sick to my stomach. I wish I had some good friends my age (16-18) that I could trust to not be a complete piece of shit to me. Why is there so much hate in the world? Why can't I just be normal? I wish I had someone to talk to about these things, but my parents would be worried for me again, and if it was anything like last time, things won't go down well. Can someone help? Can anyone help? Or is it all futile?