I remember when I used to be proud of myself. I used to be allot of things. What I am today I’m ashamed of. So much so that I seek death. An end to my pathetic existence. Drugs and alcohol just excelerated the process. I’m a ghost of what I once was.
I’m so ashamed
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. . . and yet, here you are, with the rest us “used-to-be’s”, hoping that there’s something better while wishing for death. I’d say that’s a good thing.
Welcome.
You’ve really been going through it. Hoping you find your way and your purpose.