I figured I could prove them wrong.
That despite the fact they were supposed to be my all knowing parents.
That they were wrong.
I thought for sure I’d find someone.
Something.
I didn’t.
I didn’t find anything.
Which means they were right.
I wasted my life trying to prove them wrong.
And they were right all along.

Well. Needless to say. I’m done.
I think I gave it a decent shot. I loved as much as I could. I tried to do the right thing. I ****** up a lot. But I figured if I made up for it some other way, that I’d find some redemption.
Turns out, I don’t.
I don’t know. (sigh)
It doesn’t matter I suppose.
I wish the rest of you the best of luck.
This just wasn’t my time.