I didn’t move to San Diego to live like this. Never having money, no friends, always walking on eggshells. Its at the point where I feel stuck in my decisions. When did my life become so unlivable? I put everything into a person who doesn’t have enough understanding to see when and how his actions and behaviors affect me. I can’t talk to him about anything, he doesn’t listen. Everyday doubts grow in my mind. I have said to myself, “Man, I really wanna go home” at least 100 times since I moved here in August. And I HATED living at home. I try to make everyone happy, while I sit here miserable. I never talk about how I feel, because there’s no point. I never feel like I am on solid ground.
