OP, yeah.
Mind if I vent?
When I started to kinda accept that I'd hardly find someone to be with, when I was deep in depression, I got a gf.
It felt a bit abusive, sometimes - it as a LDR and she would fight if I took 2 to 5 minutes to answer her, she got my password and was always checking my history and my Facebook account and my cloud storage, etc.
It only got worse when she found out how much more fucked up I was, when she found out I browsed chans, when she repeatedly asked me to stop watching porn and I repeatedly promised to change and stop, but didnt, when she found out I actually fapped to traps and browsed /pol/, she broke up with me. And I dont blame her, I brought it on myself, its my fault.
Now I feel alone again, and that scares me. It scares me because I hate my own company - I find myself disgusting for the way I behaved when I was with her, how I kept lying, how I had to end up losing her forever before deciding to actually do something.
I will always blame myself for screwing up, repeatedly.