I'm drunk and alone on a Sunday.

And I'm so scared to wake up to another long week filled with loneliness.<br>I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, but what really hurts me the most is that I've always been this way. And I'm so scared that I'll never live to see the day when I'll open my eyes and feel... different. Like I don't have to go to work and come back to nothing but empty silence.<br>I've puked myself into a coma tonight, and I know damn well I'm going to wake up to another soul crushing day. I'm so tired of being lonely.<br>I really don't know how much longer I can handle this.