Is this really the end?

Hello again. I'm blogging, so I must be depressed again. Indeed I am. I had a plan. Get married by the time I am 30. I've got less than 5 months left and there is nobody on the fucking horizon. Meanwhile, all these kids are meeting people and getting married. Last straw? My fucking sisters are gonna blow off a trip with me to go to their friend's wedding. Cunts. My douchebag dad is supposed to be looking, but he's too busy acting like a showtimer. Fuck him. Know what? I don't care about life anymore. I'm so over it. I never was happy so why bother going on?