Okay,I understand.
You and your boyfriend broke up. You live with your mom. You think you're ugly. You think you're fat. Basically, you're insecure. I get it. But your life does NOT suck. It's NOT the end of the world. You cry over the same stuff every night. Don't you realize? There are kids with cancer, adults with no jobs, children with no homes.. and you have the nerve to say you have a terrible life?