I sat outside my apartment, trying to put the thoughts together in my head. Was this really all I was meant to be? Is this what I wanted all my life, to grow up and be unsucsessful? Was all my ambition in my childhood just a dream that never ended?
The thoughts were powerful, I took a seat. My mind was numb. I took a sip of my cold mountain dew, the only thing that to cheer me up and take me away from alcohol. I looked out into the city, the cars bustling by. They were all normal, but I, I was not.
It has to end at some point, It has to end. At least, so I thought.