some things last a long time

It's saturday  and I'm at home alone with a bottle of whisky that I stole from my dad. Fucking drunk and depressed on saturday. It feels like if I don't find any solution for this feeling I have inside me, I'll probably become an alcoholic pretty soon.

I wonder if God has plans for me in the future or he chose me to be one of these miserable persons that at the age of 30 are hopeless.