Someone told me a really long time ago, the best stories told are those laden with emotions. I am upset with my life so far. I am unhappy with the choices I have made and the predicament I am in. I worry every day that with each tick of the clock, the further I am from my goal in life. I try so hard to make everything look alright on the outside but I think the shell's starting to crack, and the polished paintwork is starting to come apart. I have done a good job with the design and architecture but I simply lack the materials to build that dream house. I thought I was strong, till I looked in the mirror and saw me in pieces. So many opportunities were given but i snubbed every single one of them. I don't want to be the me I see in the mirror years from now. A broken compass is what I am. Foundering and aimless. I wished I'd done things differently. I really do.
"I see u going down that road... you're heading for deep shit and you know it. Look at you now, you have nothing to your name and yet you remain so stubborn... I put in so much time and energy into you... I hope you have a goal... You'd better have a goal."
- Anonymous
