Paranoia has set in again. I hate how broken I am.

I hate this feeling I get and how often it comes around. This lonely feeling. Like no one cares and that I will forever be alone. I am alone and I feel lost. I hate it.

I failed again. No new house for me.

Got home and the first thing I did? Grab a box of chocolate, put spring rolls in the oven and open a can of double black. What a fucking shitty week. I need more than a drink. Maybe tomorrow.

It has been a few monts since i last cried.
Not anymore.
I fucking hate this fucking bullshit.