Let’s say you’re an unlucky idiot like me who makes bad choices and can’t find anything to enjoy. What then?

Why shouldn’t I just kill myself? If I’ve ruined my life in a way I can’t reverse and I have nothing or no one to cling to, what’s the point. For the rest of my life I’ll be making up for what I’ve done and what I’ve lost. I’ll be alone forever. I know that because humans are selfish creatures and we don’t buy broken toys. No one wants the trouble of someone else’s problems. So I guess it’s up to me to find something worth living for right?

Sure but what do you want me to do? Fucking climb a mountain in some foreign country and “re-discover myself”? The best I’ll ever accomplish is a dead end job for a poor man’s wage and a shitty apartment to be alone in. Seeking love won’t help, that’s what got me here in the first place.

What I’ve realised too late is that your childhood up to your last year high school are your most important years in life. And if you screwed that up, you’ll die alone in a pool of guilt, shame and regrets. Unless you’re rich or just lucky.