I am living the Cinderella life, wicked stepmother, can’t get a job to escape my home life, no one understands, or cares to listen to who I really am inside, and I have no one to love me. I don’t want to die with all this passion inside me. I want to get married and have a family, but I don’t see it coming. Ever, and I deserve it. I am good person who does great things for people. I am 33 and halfway to 34 and nothing has improved in my life. Things are getting worse, more people have moved in to my fathers house, and it’s only less space I have for myself and less peace. If nothing in my life improves, no real income, no soulmate. I’m going to kill myself.
I want to kill myself now. Why have all these feelings inside, and no one to share them with. I can at least give love, but I guess that’s not enough.
I need love, I need my husband, I need my kids. I have to wake up every day, knowing I am all alone. My brother made some sick f****** joke saying I would die alone.

Maybe I should just kill myself now and never find out.