I could’ve had such a happy and fulfilling childhood but I didn’t, I wasted it being miserable. Now it doesn’t even matter if I turn things around. Its too late. I’ve missed too much.  You can’t start your life at 26, you just can’t. I was supposed to have memories and experiences and maturity by now. No, I know everyone doesn’t have that by 26 but all the successful people do. And they’ll experience more in their lives than I ever will. I had my chance, I blew it, now there’s nothing I can do. The best I could do from here is just half a life. It doesn’t matter what I do, I’m already a failure