Nearly 8 years since the London 2012 Olympics. I was leaving school. I had a band. We could've made it. I had potential. I could've had many girlfriends. Fit, beautiful girlfriends. But I made one bad decision after another. Now all the girls I went to school with (it's a small town) are married with kids. Life has moved on without me, and I hate myself. I keep thinking "If I'd only have done this, if I'd only have done that". I made some bad decisions and fell in with the wrong crowd. I was bullied at school, and my mother's death in 2017 felt like such an injustice.
I'm bitter, jealous and angry at the world. I don't recognise myself, or my life. I don't know what the fuck's happening. I've become something I swore I would never be. And I feel too resigned to my fate to find the motivation to pull myself back together. I compare myself to everyone, young or old. Everything I used to love I have lost interest in. The fire has gone out, now all I fell is regret. I'm terrified of time. I hate everyone. Everything upsets me, even the TV, and I can't eat. <mod edit> methods </mod edit>
I just have this weird dream I'm travelling the world, over and over, with some fantasy girlfriend, running away from the oppressions of the world.
I'm bitter, jealous and angry at the world. I don't recognise myself, or my life. I don't know what the fuck's happening. I've become something I swore I would never be. And I feel too resigned to my fate to find the motivation to pull myself back together. I compare myself to everyone, young or old. Everything I used to love I have lost interest in. The fire has gone out, now all I fell is regret. I'm terrified of time. I hate everyone. Everything upsets me, even the TV, and I can't eat. <mod edit> methods </mod edit>
I just have this weird dream I'm travelling the world, over and over, with some fantasy girlfriend, running away from the oppressions of the world.
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