i keep thinking about my ex , it’s been 2 years since we met and one since we broke up ( kinda ). we were kinda talking for a year and it was long distance. i couldn’t really date him because my parents wouldn’t let me( specially because he’s black) i hate that my dad would say that about him , he always would say that we have to “mejorar la raza”. anyways , enough about that, my life is good overall , but something feels really off. i don’t want to complain about my life because i know that others have it worse and i don’t want to be ungrateful . there’s many things that bother me . my body, my family, my friends. i feel like i’m never good enough for anything, like i’m just some stupid person who isn’t even supposed to be alive. like i have no purpose. i can never help my parents or my little sibling . that’s probably why my mom tried to suicide. i feel like she didnt care about us when she did that. thank god she survived, idk what i would do without her. anyways, my life is good, i love it , i’m happy , i’m doing good. :$