I know it’s a at best a useless mindset, as nothing will make me somehow magically get a new chance at those years. But it’s still a strong feeling and it’s still there.

I’m doing my best to push through it, I’m out there talking to people, but there’s usually a point where we are sharing personal anecdotes and I just feel my stomach tightening, as I barely have any of those. I have no experiences which means I have no identity which means I am uninteresting.

  • Des [she/her, they/them]
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    6 months ago

    i had such a whirlwind of both "too many experiences" followed by a horrible crash and the worst run of luck imaginable that ruined my life before 22 that i am so fucking happy to just be safe and friendless and loaded with a nice protective cocoon of social anxiety.

    the streets fucked me over so hard i was not prepared