When does it get better?

One year since my ex told me she no longer felt anything for me. We were engaged. And when I got depressed she asked me what the problem was. A week later I hear from a friend that she might be pregnant with my child, but she didn’t plan on telling me, and she’d just ‘take care’ of it without me. I spiraled after that.
I’ve spent the last year drinking away my pain. But it just piles on. With a dead end low wage job, too much debt to get a loan to go back and finish my degree, and what few friends I have left slipping away past me into their own lives I just can’t take it.
I’ve cried so much in the dark, alone. I’m honest with my pain when my friends ask, but all they tell me is life will get better, I’m young I have so much time, it’ll all work out in the end.
Why can’t it be alright now? Why can’t I enjoy being young? Why is it every time I try to make things better, life decides to throw another wrench in the gears?
I just want it all to end. I want to stop feeling so damn alone.