Another day wasted. I did not get much done. My life has no purpose and I have no love of life or desire to make a life. I can't seem to regroup from what has happened to me. I know I need better social skills but, socially, I panic all the time and say the first thing out of my mouth. So, I just stay home and avoid all social contact. I am growing more and more frustrated. I can afford to see a T once a month and start on Wednesday night. I know that is not enough. I have to accept that I am a loser. Always was; always will be.