I’ve been lost for 8 or 9 years. Years of wrong decisions, low self-esteem, failures, fear and depression. When I read stories of fucked up lives written by teenagers I almost envy them. I wish I was 16 again and had a second chance. But I’ll be 30 in 4 years, I’m too damn old for all this ‘my-life-is-such-a-mess’ thing. Will it still be the same when I’m 40? Pathetic. Could write a manual “How to fuck up your life without drugs, alcohol and gambling”.
I could have become anything, yet I’ve become nothing. I hate everything I do. And I’m scared, scared, scared.
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30 your still a pub