I’ve been dealing with problems for awhile but I always had a way to deal yknow. Now that I’m getting my grip on reality and realizing pretty soon I’ll be on my own Idk what I’m gonna do. I’m afraid I’ll end up as a failure.. I’m afraid I’ll end up alone. I’m afraid that if I don’t find something to live for I’ll be dead by 30. Nowadays it’s all clockwork and little happiness. The pessimism never ends.