I just don't get it. This time last year, I had a partner who I thought loved me, I had a family. Now I have fucking nothing. I have less than nothing. I have a house full of shit and memories surrounding me. I have someone who doesn't give a shit about me, only himself. I'm sat here, drinking myself fucking stupid, taking diazepam to feel "good" for a night and even that doesn't work now. I'm thick too. I have a job. No one there trusts me to do anything, because I'm so thick. I'm scared. I have no future, no reason to care less about anything. Why am I even bothering to continue completely baffles me. I'm sat here, alone, with no fucking future, no career, I don't see the point. Give me a reason. Why am I doing this every day? What for? What's my aim? Where's the goal? Don't other people feel like this? I just want to die. I want to die, and it be over. I can't be the only person in the world who feels like this.