I don’t think I can cope anymore. Trying to be happy all the time. Pretending that me living in my managers box room with all my stuff in the garage. Pretending to my parents I’m okay. Pretending to my boyfriend I’m fine. I can’t even fathom the thought of meeting people I barely know now. I can’t enjoy myself without drinking. All I want to do is lie in bed and just pretend the world doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this and I don’t know how to snap out of it and be myself again.