It's my fault, Tom and I'm sorry.
Look over at me. It's 1:30 in the afternoon, and instead of being at work, I'm sitting here. I can give you a thousand reasons why I'm not at work, but when it all comes down to it, I could have walked into a job at a shitty burger factory and at least brought home SOMETHING. So I'm sorry. I really am. I love you, and I'm really sorry.
I look back at my life... I've been self-sufficient since I was 16. I haven't been for about 2 months now and it's shitty, and ultimately, it's my own fault. Now it's the 6th of the month and rent was due 6 days ago, and we're a little on the fucked side.
I'll disappear back to my old house with my old roommates and stop destroying your life now. I'm so, so, sorry.
Grow the hell up. Your issues mean nothing in the grand scope of things.