Its the weekend again. Another weekend where my girlfriend, who I don't feel has loved me for a long time, retreats to the bedroom to read all day, following an argument, (this time about booking a holiday and me worrying about money because I always do) and I'm left on my own, down stairs, consuming marijuana, listening to music, feeling like crying because I have no one. I live in a foreign country and I literally have no friends. I wish I could just go for a pint with someone.
Its 20 degrees outside and I really want to go out but it doesn't seem so great going it alone. Normally I would take my camera but that typically broke a few days ago, just a couple of weeks before I'm supposed to start a short photography course - My first real interaction with people since my anxiety accelerated.
I know I'm sounding like I'm feeling really sorry for myself, but I guess I am.
I don't have the ability right now to make the changes I need to make. Just getting through a day without self destructing is hard enough. I spend everyday of my life alone. My girlfriend leaves for work at 07.30 and gets back nearly 12 hours later. I sit and fester on the sofa with the blinds closed all day. If I go out (the highlight of my day) its to go to the supermarket 600m away.
I don't know what Im saying, I guess I just want to tell someone.