And I mean, looking at my life for the past six years, each year has gotten progressively worse. I've lost more and more people along the way, either through social group drama or death.
I just don't know how much worse it can get, and if I fixed some of my problems, what would be the point? I'm here without my family, getting too old to have a family of my own, having friends who were like family turn their backs on me and everything I do to make myself feel slightly better just seems to prolong the inevitable.
I just have this overwhelming feeling that I'm done. That all my stories have been written, the plot is over, what the hell am I still doing here. I'm also so angry because everyone's lives seem to have moved on to the next level, and I'm just here, out of place in this world. I hate this. I just feel like I'm not supposed to be here anymore.
