I genuinely wished I killed myself Thanksgiving 2 years ago. I was so miserable back then, I had gotten academic suspension from my college, my bf broke up with my a month before, my parents hated me since I was failing my classes. Yet, in some pathetic way it was slightly better because I could atleast say I went to a prestigious school and didn't live with my parents (like I do now). I hadn't found out that my ex-bf (who I'd go on to have an on-again off again situationship for the next 1.5 years) was actually cheating on me during the last 4 months of our relationship, with his secret gf (that he's still dating now and was still dating during while we were hu after we brokeup). I swear to god I hate it here. I lost my stupid laptop charger too.