I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm not sure about anything really. I'm lost. I'm supposed to be happy. Married. 2 beautiful girls. Good job. Big house. Dog.
But I'm not. I'm not happy. I'm miserable. I hate myself. I hate myself because I'm not able to be a man. I'm a shit husband. I'm a terrible father. I have no more friends. My wife has had it with me. I don't blame her.
And it's not supposed to be like this. It's my fault. It's always been my fault. I've lived in this self loathing Cry baby state the majority of my life. And I'm tired.
That's how I feel right now. I'm tired. I'm tired of all of it. I don't want to play anymore.
But I'm not. I'm not happy. I'm miserable. I hate myself. I hate myself because I'm not able to be a man. I'm a shit husband. I'm a terrible father. I have no more friends. My wife has had it with me. I don't blame her.
And it's not supposed to be like this. It's my fault. It's always been my fault. I've lived in this self loathing Cry baby state the majority of my life. And I'm tired.
That's how I feel right now. I'm tired. I'm tired of all of it. I don't want to play anymore.

