Don’t think much of myself. Never did. Like I stated before, I always wish I could be a better son, friend, and father. I try to go back and see what went wrong. Wasted happiness and potential. Was it me, the upbringing, or maybe the abuse I keep dancing around?
Maybe I’m still in denial. Maybe I’m more affected by the life in my past then I realize, or maybe I’m still in hiding, using this as an excuse. More than likely all of the above. It’s also fear… not afraid to admit it.
I was so young and didn’t know any better. The aftermath is real though. Instead of enjoying life, diving into my likes and talents, I let those things, and myself get in the way. My life was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be a star…
So I let depression, anxiety, and yes addiction creep in. Not drugs or alcohol. Never developed the taste for any of those things. But anything in excess isn’t really good for you. But we always find things to hide behind, don’t we?
I’m babbling… focus is one thing we need. Getting there I suppose. I honestly can’t complain about my life all things considered. I feel like I did get somewhat of a do over, but there are things creeping in the background.
Got to learn to navigate. Get ready for the roadblocks and get over them by any means necessary. Try to be a somebody, none of us are nobodies. Just need to try to be the best somebody you can be.
Current listen: Marilyn Manson – The Nobodies
“Today I’m dirty, I want to be pretty,
Tomorrow, I know I’m just dirt”
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Just a human trying to deal in this mad world. Allow me to share random thoughts and observations about my life and the commonality we all share as humans. Through music, quotes, etc.
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