Sometimes I wish I could just walk away from everything and not carry this crippling guilt with me.
It’s hard to hear everyday how I fucked up my life and how useless I am. I am reminded of it every time I step into Worcester State.
I never should have moved home. I should have stood my ground. I wouldn’t be in the broken mental condition I am now. When I lived in my apartment, it was never hard to get out of bed. I was so motivated and happy. I dread everyday now. I can’t stay here much longer, but at the same time I can’t leave. God damn this contractor taking so long to finish the new house. I wish I could tell him how much he’s contributed to the destruction of my sanity.
I just don’t know how long I can hold up.
