Hole

It seems as though they are all succeeding in life. Everyone I know: mission, marrage, love, school. They are all getting somewhere, everyone has something to look forward to. Except for me. I'm happy for them, it makes me very happy to see that they are all getting somewhere in life. But eventually it will only be me in the shadows of the hole that I dug myself. Over years I have just dug and dug. By the time I realized it, it was too late, all I could do is keep trying to climb out, each time falling, then digging some more. Then trying to climb out again. It seems so impossible.

Eventually I will move out. Inevitable. Soon. I'm tired of being dependent. And really, I dont want my parents to watch me suffer at my own inabilty to control myself. I am full of greed, lies, lust, envy, arrogance, and despair. I'm am the lowest of the low. I am a solitary peasant amoung kings and queens. I am a fool amoung the wise. I am worm compared to everyone I know, or even heard of.

Humbug man. It frustrates me beyond reason.