I can't find my diary

So I will take the opportunity to blubber about my embarrassing first world problems right here.

I am so sick lately of feeling like everything in my life is a struggle. I can't even maintain friendships without having to work to do it. What is that? What is going on? Work is fine but it's retail and it's disorganized.

I don't make enough money, I can't move out, I can't stand so many grown people under one roof.

I can't even find my fucking diary to have a real vent about everything I'm thinking. What if I left it somewhere stupid and now someone somewhere knows all the dumb things I cry about?

Anything and everything can set me off recently.