I f*ck everything up. I've f*cked it. I can't get anything in order, I can't get life in order. All of these things keep happening, and it's too much. I'm ruining it all. I don't have an escape, and all I want to do is escape.
I'm watching When Harry Met Sally
"When you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start now."
Now I'm ranting about unimportant things. I just feel alone and anxious.
I JUST F*CK EVERYTHING UP. What is wrong with me?