I’m never going to feel again. I’m never going to be so addicted to something that I have to do it over and over, compulsively. I can honestly say that the only thing I’ve ever done compulsively is sing alone in my room. Pretend there’s an audience and dream big… see myself on stage. The focal point of it all.
I’ve always seen myself as someone who was supposed to achieve greatness. And here my life is, half over, no children, no bestie girl friend, a job i feel abused by… and no greatness. Is this the root of all unhappiness? Being made to feel I was special only to be disappointed when life makes you realize you are no better or worse than most anyone else?
Fucking sick joke.