Nothing
I don’t feel good about the things I do with my life anymore. I can’t say I have amazing friends who were there for me every step of the way. I can’t say I’ve devoted time and effort to an amazing relationship. I don’t accomplish fantastic grades or succeed at sport. I procrastinate and waste time, waiting for things in life that could improve the quality in my life and sit around and wallow in my own self pity until I feel like slitting my wrists. But I never do, because I’m just waiting for shit to happen. And nothing ever does.
