It's 3pm in the world that I'm at. I just got out of bed and I'm not sure what for. Literally just cracked a beer and scrolling reddit. Called off work for no reason. I guess I just didn't feel like going in today. I have a ps5 collecting dust because I don't have any more interests or friends. Still can't get over my ex and not giving my current partner enough attention. I tell my ex I love her in texts and she ignores it but it's hard to move on. I just don't have the strength to care, I don't even care about myself. I'm 33 and the only literal reason I haven't killed myself yet is because of my 9 year old daughter, that I only see twice a week! I can sit here and say life doesn't get better as it goes on, but that's not entirely true. I'm to blame for some of the things that led me to this point. It doesn't have to be with this way for you. I'm a husk of what I used to be. My Prozac doesn't seem to be helping anymore. I hardly eat. 
This post is everywhere but if you've read this far, thank you. I just needed to ramble to a group of people that might understand. I see alot of young people post in this sub, my advice...keep going. I know it's cliche. It can get alot worse, but I can be better too. Do what I didn't...love and be faithful to the ones that love you. You're hurting but that doesn't mean you have to hurt them too. My biggest regret was being unfaithful to the woman of my dreams, and ruining my longest relationship. If you have addictive personality, don't even start. I'm a complete alcoholic at this point. I'm the last person in the world you should listen to, so I'm going to end this babble. I love you, kind strangers.