He asked me to come over....I said " Sure" and never showed up....

Is it possible to be sick and tired of things that make you the happiest? I'm so over drinking, going out, hanging...I just want to step back and hopefully " It" will come to me. It seems like... the only things I look forwards drinking. Every week its a new argument. Every week it's a new dissapointment. Everyweek, it's me getting my hopes way up for another let down. Each week we all seem to be falling deeper and deeper into what...We all know would happen. Maybe we didn't care. Maybe they didn't think of this when they first started. Maybe he thought, " this is my way in" when in fact...he's only trying to give himself a way out. I told him that. He said I over think things. I told him he under thinks things.