It's okay 'cause I'm still breathing...

Hating my job more than ever, still. My job really wears me out..I just wanted to come home today and drink but I feel exhausted. It's also pretty sad when all you want to do is come home and drink your life/anxiety away. Sometimes I really believe I'm becoming a binge drinker. If I don't have work the next day I feel that I must make sure that I have alcohol in the fridge so that I can let loose and act oblivious to all that is going on around me.
Ugh. I just need more to happen in my life. I'm 21 years old and every day just bleeds into the other. I should be living these years up and acting reckless.