The title says it, really, I'm done trying. I'll never be able to communicate with people, I'll never truly have a life. I'm tired of struggling so hard just to get by with some ridiculous, idiotic "coping strategies". [BEEP] it. I'll never meet anyone to love, nobody will ever love me. I realize I have a few family members who love me, but that doesn't matter to me, it's not the love I want. The only reason I can be honest about that right now is because I started drinking and taking benzos again; I'm a complete [BEEP] up and I give up on myself. I can't be honest about what I truly want in life because well, I'm a coward.
I really hope every last person here finds a way to live a happy life, but it isn't happening for me. Maybe it's because I'm a quitter and I'm obviously not willing to put the work into improving; destroying myself with drugs is easier. It doesn't make me happy, in fact, it sometimes makes me more miserable, but hopefully that misery will end soon.
I don't know why I'm posting this, I'm not looking for replies, in fact, I won't be back. I'm done with everything except my rapid descent into absolute destruction now, I'm going to focus on that. I hate myself so much, I broke the mirror in the bathroom because I can't stand to look at myself. This is pathetic, I'm drunk and sick while typing this crying in front of a computer screen, I'm really too pathetic to live on. Nothing ever helps and I'm sick of trying and failing 100% of the time. There's nothing I'm even remotely good at and well, that's just fine.
I'm done typing now because this post is just as pointless as the life I've decided to waste and throw into the garbage where it belongs.
Bye.