You collapsed into your bed, sobbing. You had been dating them for 2 years, and now they just dropped you as though you were nothing but a piece of trash. You felt physically pained, your stomach cramping, your chest felt tight. You gasped for breath through the wracking, heaving sobs. You just couldn't believe it. You felt less than worthless, you felt as though you were an active detriment to those around you. That everything would be ever so much better if you had never even tried to find love. If you had never even tried at all. You felt that things would be infinitely better if you simply just stopped trying overall. That there wasn't a point anymore. You knew that you shouldn't even be feeling these things, you knew that they weren't true, but there was a part of you that wanted to believe them. You wanted to believe that these things were true. You thought it would be more comfortable for there to be some sort of easy explanation as to why you felt the way you did. You felt worthless, therefore you must be worthless. But you knew that wasn't true, you knew you mattered to others, but at the same time you did not want to matter to a single person, and you wanted to matter to everyone. You gripped your pillow tighter, shoving your face into it. Screaming, wanting to shut out the world. Everything was stupid. Everyone was stupid. You were stupid. Everyone was smarter than you. You were ugly. Everyone was better than you. You simply wanted it to all stop. You couldn't handle it all. You cursed at yourself, believing yourself a fool for thinking anyone would love you. That anyone could possibly want you. That you mattered to anyone. You heard the door to your bedroom open, not even bothering to turn around. Helen stood in the doorway, watching as you succumbed to the miasma of despair that was currently afflicting you. She felt her own heart breaking as she saw you, curled into a ball and screaming into your pillow. She wanted to help, to do anything to help. You felt her place a hand on your shoulder. "Hey."