Do not read this if you are upset now...
If everyday has to be a "struggle", can someone please tell me what the f**k is the point?
I'm looking for some kind of hope (I guess) because I'm having a really hard time trying to see something to look forward to. I'm stuck in a shytty job with no hopes of obtaining a better one (no opportunity to save anything--it's a paltry amount). I'm stuck in an even shyttier town with no hopes of getting out. Every day living is the same nightmare--I'm living out every single one of my fears. Somehow, ten or so years ago, I knew this would happen. And it has. I could see it coming...a couple of crappy circumstances snowballed into the cluster it is today. I wear a paper hat to work. I live with my parents. I am a disgusting ugly blob. I am a failure.
This is no fun. Sobriety is overrated.