I have been asking myself, What did I do wrong? How did I managed to fuck everything up? All I know right now is that I don’t know what I want really and how to fix my life. One step at a time I guess.
This is part of a journal entry I wrote 2-years ago, today. I don’t really want to remember or relieve these feelings, ever again. Yet every now and then they come back to hunt me and they’re frightening.