Loneliness

I'm 25 and it's fuking lonely on the weekends. I stopped initiating meetups, afraid they might be busy, now I spend the weekends alone in my room. I live with my family, but now l'm fuking fed up of living in the same house as them. They don't understand anything, just act and talk as if they know everything about me. I don't have enough money to live with other people on rent, nor I am able to find a job in another city. I hate myself and my fuking life. I wish I could do something other than shouting whenever my parents all to me.

Sometimes what I think about the EY employee who died, she is lucky she's in a better place now.