Can't anything go my way?

I wish that just for once things would go right for me. It just seems like nothing I do is ever going to work out correctly. Something I really need to work on tomorrow is a new C.V. I was going to work on it today, only to realize that I've no idea how to really set it all up. I've looked up several templates for them, and am going to have to decide on which one I should really use for my C.V. The only one I ever had printed out I used when applying for a job at the store just down the road from me. Without that to refer to anymore, I've got to work on a brand new one to send to a few jobs I'd found online. The main problem I'm going to have with this is that all the templates I'd found suggest you write down the dates (start - finish) of when you'd done each job and stuff. I can't remember any of the dates for them. I know what I've done; I've worked as a cashier in a store, as well as a cleaner at a few holiday sites. So, basically, my whole work experience boils down to sales and cleaning. It's not great when the kind of area you want to work in is computing. All the jobs I'm going to apply for are receptionist ones because it's something I can do, and would give me some more work experience. I've just got to hope that at least ONE of these places accept me. But by now, I've learned not to get my hopes up.

I'm currently feeling unwanted by family since I got an entire lecture from Mom about how I need to get myself a job and get my own place. All of this in a "I want you out of here! Fuck off!" kind of tone. Sure...I'd like my own place and all, but at the same time I'm scared because of my epilepsy. What am I going to do if I have my own place and there's no one there to check up on me to see if I'm ok? I'd really like to live with a friend or a partner, neither of which I have locally. I've already injured myself badly twice because of my epilepsy. The first time, I collapsed in the bathroom and no one heard anything. I woke up in my bed, my face covered in blood. I found out why as soon as I entered the bathroom to clean myself up; a broken towel storage chest lid, and a large pool of blood on the floor. I was honestly lucky with that one since the cut was just above my right eye. Any lower and I could've lost an eye. That would not have been good...at all. The second time, I was in the kitchen and collapsed when going to get a baguette I was cooking out of the oven. No idea what really happened, but I ended up having to go to the hospital to get my ear fixed. It's permenantly scarred now. It just shows how dangerous it would really be if I lived alone. None of my family would care enough to come and make sure I was ok or anything, then again, even if they did, they wouldn't be able to get into where ever I was living.