When you live alone, you have to take on all the responsibilities alone. That may be fine with some people. For me, it isn’t. I don’t like making all the decisions alone. I don’t like having to decide what insurance company I should have. This is for car, health, and home insurance.
Things need repair. Who should I call? It is more than that. It is making sure you get taken care of properly when someone does come to do repair.
It’s also having money to live. I barely scrape by. That’s my fault. But I don’t feel I can buy anything. I feel so alone. I don’t enjoy life trying to make it on my own. I try and try to find a way to make more money, but I just can’t figure it out.
I don’t enjoy life at all. I hate my life. I hate it. I’m not living. I barely survive. What keeps me going? My dog. Sure, I’m grateful for what I have. But sometimes I want to just give it all up and live in a camper at the beach. But that is no life for a dog. Maybe when she is gone, I will do that. I really feel desperate to be free of all these life decisions.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.