10 years

 In my previous post about the boat is about how i feel obligated to stay in the relationship. Today officially I stop talking to him. Sometimes, in a win-lose situation, you need to put urself first and move forward. I find it hard to accept this fate but I believe that there will be a time for me to finally be indulge by the person who appreciate me and my efforts. What should I expect when the relationship is 10-year long and still no progress. I wasted a decade of my time putting hope and faith in him just to see him use me as a scapegoat. I know I'm an idiot. My friends told me the same thing and my ex is not good at communicating which made it worse. He was never interested with getting to know and meet my friends but expect me to accept his friends. He waited every year for his birthday surprise but never celebrated mine (only twice within the 10 years). I was his problem solver even when he cheated. I was his place to whine and be mad at. I was the person he gossips abt his acquaintance but when it comes to mine, he's never interested to listen because most of my friends are guys. So for you who's reading this run when u saw the first red-flag or else, you're gonna get stuck like me too. 

Bipolar vs friends

 I'm trying so hard trying to maintain my sanity. I want to go berserk so much but i know it's gonna burn bridges. I have no more energy trying to control myself and apparently at this state i believe my meds are not working. I'm literally at the brink of my life. I don't know where I'll fall and those people i thought who'd catch me was never there. I'm alone and I'm scared. I'm too scared because i know how much of a monster i can be. I don't have anyone in my life that understand how my bipolar works. I'm back in my depression phase and I'm trying my best to avoid unwanted events but the pressure i'm going through is killing me. I desperately want to kill myself right now. I really hate this feeling and i cannot control it. I don't know where to get help and i'm far from my hometown and my mom is sick. I have no one right now.  

Boat

Being a student is hard yes but being in a relationship that's like a sinking boat is harder. you know it's about to sink but SOMEHOW it didn't. I'm tired of panic attacks and paranoia and overthinking things. It's exhausting. I know that I should've leave the moment it started to have holes and water slowly coming in but i can't cause it was my boat. It was my effort on every plank and nails. It was mine to begin with. He was the one that hopped in. He was the one that started to touch things he shouldn't have. It was suppose to be a boat that could fit a family and the fact that it is at a sinking state made me realize how hard work can turn to waste. I'm tired of asking him to fix it and I'm tired to be the only one who knows how to fix it. I want to leave so bad but that's my boat. I built it. I took it through all the storms and hurricane. Yes there was sunny days and warmth and sunshine. But when storms barge in I was the only one standing in the deck. Its like a one man show. It's a fucking boat! I can't do it alone!