I feel irrelevant. I've done all I'm here to do. People don't need me anymore. They're happy. Or gone. Or both. The one place I go to for fun feels mundane because everyone left or moved on. Even here, I had dreams to become an author, but everyone left or moved on. I've let everyone down and I'll only continue to do that. What's the point in trying when I'll only screw things up again? What's the point in complaining when it'll only get bad again? What's the point in sleeping when no matter what I do, I'll still be tired at nightfall.
I wish I could find my place.
I thought I was a leader until I turned self destructive. I supported everyone but myself and now I CAN'T support myself. I'm so broken. Now I can't lead, I don't know how to follow, and being in the middle only hurts.
I wish I could find my place.