Ever since Valentina died, I feel like my life has been reduced to nothing.
I've stopped enjoying doing the things I normally do, and even walking around feels pointless and annoying.
When Valentina died, I said "She could have stayed and fought with the pain, learn to fight it off." Now I know how hard that is to do. When you feel like dying, or even depressed, you feel hopeless, alone, and nothing matters.
I feel this way.
I cry every night and punch myself (literally) because I'm so mad I didn't do more to help her. I can't stand the pain I feel, it's literally killing me.