All the men I know are hurtful bastards. And yet I'm too addicted to let them go. Clinging onto my two men for life and yet they both break my heart on regular occasions. I am so alone and so lonely. My life is meaningless and I feel like I'm already dead. I don't know where to go from here but it doesn't really matter because I'll be homeless soon enough anyway. All of this is my own fault. I'm happy to admit to my mistakes but taking responsibility? Fuck me. I don't know how I've survived the last ten years considering I have zero life skills.