Story Submission by Anonymous, Age 27
It all began a couple of years ago when my girlfriend decieded she didn’t want to be my girlfriend anymore.
After that I started to lose contact with most of my family and friends.
It’s getting worse every year, losing more friends. One after one.
I have had some luck and found some new friends thanks to my car hobby, but they aren’t that close, and I barely dare to speak with them about my illness.
In all this, I feel hopeless, worthless and unloved. Nobody really cares about me and nobody calls me unless I call them first. Sometimes it can go weeks between I see or talk to someone I know.
Now and then I can’t even get out of my apartment, just going to the grocery store is a big pain.
People at work have started to notice that there is something different aswell, but I don’t want them to know.
Nobody knows. Except me. I know. I know full well that as of right now, there’s not much in my life that keeps me going. Nothing really worth living for… Except for one thing. My car.
Without it, there is no point.