All the things I've wanted to say...
All the things I've wanted to do...
All the people I wanted to meet...
All the things I've wanted to learn...
All the things I've wanted to experience...
How much I wish I could become someone else... Someone who can do these things. Someone who just doesn't give a f*ck. Someone who lives life for the sake of living. Consequences be damned.
One of my greatest fears is that I'll die being the same pathetic waste of space I am. Nothing I wanted to do will have been done, and I will have wasted my time...
So what am I still doing here?
I don't know...
No money. No time. No self esteem. No drive to do anything.
...I'm doomed.