My father just visited me in "my own home" for the first time (I moved in in august). He stayed for 30minutes. It's a 1,5h drive per way.
My mom is angry with me (one more time) and i have no idea why.
My bf is on a business trip.

My friends... Oh, right. They aren't my friends. I'm just their friend, whenever they need someone to talk to. Totally forgot.

I'm lonely. I hate my life. Why am I even existing?

Right. Because it sounds way worse than it actually is. It's just life. Everything is perfect.