Drowning and I can't Swim Up

I don't know where to begin. I have no care in the world, and I don't even have the motivation to type. I'm tired all the time. I'm so broke I could only pay half of my rent this past week and owe my landlord the other half this Friday. I feel alone and neglected, in desperate need of touch. I'm behind on work to the point that I told my girlfriend that I wasn't seeing her this past weekend so that I could catch up. Even then, I took too many breaks and barely got half of my paperwork dealt with.

As I type this, I've spent the last three hours in a library in a town 45 minutes away from my house so I could focus on my work in between my clients. It took a long time to get moving, but my tendency to disassociate was too strong. I have more work to do and 45 minutes to get it done and I don't want to. I think I'm finally at my wit's end with my job. Just when it appears as if I'm about to make more money than I have all year, there's another roadblock. And I absolutely suck at marketing my own business, which also hit a roadblock when my first new client in years put it on hold as we were about to begin because she's now unemployed.