I’m unhappier now with my life than I have been in a long time. I’m not sure if this is the unhappiest I’ve been, but it’s up there. I moved in with someone who I used to love romantically, but those feelings have dissipated and I don’t know if I can get them back. Any time her tries to initiate anything intimate it makes my tummy turn. The thought of Any intimacy with ANYONE makes my tummy turn though.. I think I have discovered I am for certain asexual. I want companionship but nothing more. I also hate the other person I’m living with, she is insufferable- she has no common sense, is messy and dirty and doesn’t know how to clean, and her voice grates on my last nerve. Needless to say my home life is miserable, I don’t want to be here most days, but I moved across the country to be here so it’s not like I have anywhere to go.. my job is misery. I work for a horribly morally corrupt man who steals from his employees, forces us to work with gas leaks in the building and treats us like dog water. He works us 8-12 hour shifts and gives us zero breaks, does not feed us, yells at us for take a 2 minute breather. I go home from work body battered and broken where all I can do is sit in a puddle until I fall asleep because my feet and back hurt so bad. I have no escape. Work was my escape but the longer I’m there to worse it has become. I have no safe space at home, and no safe space at work. I am completely miserable and depressed. I have never felt so trapped in my life. I don’t make enough money at the miserable job to afford moving away, and I can’t come clean to my partner and leave because I can’t get kicked out.. I don’t make enough money and I have no where I can go… for the time being my only course of action is to stay in misery, maybe if I’m lucky my feelings will flip flop again. And continue to slowly save money so that eventually it’ll add up to be enough to move. I never thought I would want to move back home before- but with my family becoming older and me being the only child.. I keep feeling massive guilt. I need to be there to help them.. and I want to spend time with them. The passage of time continues and I don’t want any regrets if something were to happen.. I don’t think I could live with myself. I’m rambling here because I know it will likely not get seen by anyone, I just desperately needed to get these words and thoughts out of my head. I want to cry.
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