I'm a fairly happy guy, now that I'm not so lonely anymore. My girlfriend does a good job at keeping me this way. When I drink, though, I get depressed about how sick of a joke this life is for everyone. I become disappointed in existence overall. Last night, I drank while she smoked up, and I got drunk and cried into her arms for hours. It was her first time seeing me break down. A couple days prior, I first saw her break down as well because of her anxiety. Not sure where I'm going with this. Just figured I'd speak my mind.