As I sit here and reflect upon my time on this Earth, I can't help but feel empty inside. 24 years of existence and I am trapped at the bottom. Suffering, in debt, barely scraping by. Working a job, internship, college, strict diet and routine with little to no social life, only two real friends. I can't connect to people. I feel disdain, pain and consistent depression as I see myself drowning in an ocean of failure as many I used to know are thriving and succeeding in their lives. My childhood was miserable, I spent it having my confidence, spirit, will, and heart broke. My teenage years, college years have been equally miserable: creating depression, hopelessness, and isolation. At 18, I nearly succeeded at taking my own life, I decided to give myself a timeline. Now it has reached its last five years. Five more years to make it, attain wealth and become someone of value, to live a life I can feel happy about. Either that, or realize that life is a blessing that should have not been giving to someone as pitiful as me and finally say my goodbyes to the world. It is time now to work harder, smarter, and better than I ever have, sacrifice everything I have in the pursuit of success. Time to become the living embodiment of the phrase "Do or Die". The soul must be sacrificed. I have little faith in myself or that I will overcome my predicament but I must. If I fail to succeed, I will pass away knowing that I gave an honest effort. At this point, that is the best I can hope for.
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kianamaiart
romaincrisis
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
