Half a year ago, I met a great guy. I was at a very low point in my life and it was hard to even wake up most mornings, I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and had been struggling to find a medication that worked for me. Although I knew my family cared about me I couldn’t see any point in continuing, I had no goals in life and I felt useless. Him and I, we met online in a chat after I was posting dumb pictures of dogs in tights. We became great friends because we shared the same humour and he gave me hope in continuing on. He was there for me even when I tried pushing him away. Recently, my depression came back and I became extremely unreasonable and unstable and he was unable to help me. I became angry at him but I was wrong, I was so very wrong. I have caused him so much uneeded pain. Today, on the 26th of September was the first time I ever heard him cry. I thought because I had never heard him cry he was a rock, but gradually I had worn him down. The reason I am starting this fund is because his mother was diagnosed about a month ago with cancer and he is facing the threat of becoming homeless, he is absolutely terrified of waking up with nothing and I want to repay him for everything wonderful that he did for me, I am trying to get a job just so I can help him. I want him to know that I am truly sorry for hurting him and that he has made so many people very happy, especially me.
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