So I’ll be 25 in December and I have no idea what the point of living is. In reality this is more like 1/3 life crisis because who really makes it to 100 and who wants to? As I look back on my life I realize it has all been a complete waste.
My dad is a drug addict and had some serious rage issues. My mom is his enabler and always chose him over us. So I was basically left to learn that I could only rely on myself.
I already have soo many regrets and things don’t seem like they can be fixed. I’m not happy nor have I ever been happy. I missed out on the college experience by living at home. I’ve had friends but i realize none of them have been true friends and I don’t have any friends now. I don’t really have any hobbies and I’m bored to hell with my life. So I ask what is the point?
It seems like I should be thinking about marriage and babies now and I’m not ready for that. I’m getting older and desperately wishing I could go back and do the past over. So where does that leave me? Lost.
