I am now one year older, at the ripe wise age of 22.
Life is so miserable when the world is turned all against you. Thinking back, I am sure that I did everything right.
But this is nothing to solace the overreaching feeling that I should've done something to stop my life from ever reaching this point; of what feels like both stagnation and Sisyphean clawing of the most trivial from life.
