Kingdom of Knuffel

I've been overworking and stressing myself out about various things since September and I'm just done.

I'm done with my boyfriend. He's useless, doesn't do things I ask unless I nag him, doesn't clean anything, doesn't respect my time, my space, or my things and I just can't stand him anymore. I want to break up with him, but I'm too poor.

There's another guy, and we like each other, but I live far away so it's not really an option.

I just want to move back where I'm from and be done with this town because I really can't stand being here anymore.

i don't care anymore. I'm leaving. I love you but you're fucking toxic and don't give a damn about my opinion, so I'm leaving. I can't live in a house where my only survival mechanism is to stop thinking at all.

I'm not sure anymore that I made the right choice but at the same time if I give up now I feel like I wasted two years of my life and so much energy on this. Yet, if I do continue I don't know if I'll be miserable and make myself more unhappy.

I'm scared. I have nothing done in terms of housing, or in terms of jobs...

I wish that I could pick up, leave everything behind, and start over somewhere else, away from everyone and everything I know.

Who is the real toxic person?

WON'T THE REAL TOXIC ASS PLEASE STAND UP, PLEASE STAND UP, PLEASE STAND UP?

I'm getting so paranoid over little things. The worst part is it's getting harder to tell if it's just me or if there's really something to any of it.