I love your love the most.

Another week gone horribly terrible.  Constant nightmares, bratty children, and a bitchy sister later I feel like I want to be dead.  I think of how sad other people's lives our and I feel guilty.  I have three four classes to make up.  I have a boyfriend that I don't think is the one.  My best friend is getting married and totally excluding.  And a family that excludes me.  I'm feeling dragged around, beaten, and washed up against a rock.  How do I pick myself up from here?