I really dont see much point in continuing with life anymore.
I can’t see myself being happy in the future. I’ll probably get a 3rd on my degree and get a job i hate that just about pays the bills.
I’ll probably marry someone out of desperation and i’ll never have the time and money to do all of the things i wish i could do.
I failed my first year at uni and now i owe the council a lot of money. Unfortunately i busted it all on drugs and alcohol.
I’ve been sober for a week now and i’ve quit smoking. I’m determined to get a job and i’ll make my way through all of this.
But what’s the point?
People say things could be worse. I could be some starving kid in a 3rd world country.
But I’m not. I’m just someone that wishes he could start again.
