Ever since my parents dragged their asses here legally, chasing some fucking pipe dream of better pay, this shithole town’s been a goddamn nightmare. Every 2 years, they throw this bullshit festival, carnival rides, a stadium with big-shot artists, the whole damn circus. Tiny-ass town, but it’s free, so everyone shows up.
Back in school around 12-14, I’d go with my parents, dressed like a fucking dork, while all the cool kids were chugging booze, dancing, making out, living it up. They’d spot me, point, and laugh their asses off, basically refering to me as a pathetic little bitch who still goes out with his parents.
I’d get so pissed I’d bolt into the crowd, hiding from my parents, they would later scold me about how I’m a spineless, socially fucked loser, that I should be more cheerful, fucking lmao, I'm just realising how fucked up my parents were with me, trying to throw me there, humiliate me on purpose because "That's life" and I should deal with it
When I hit my teens, I thought, “Fuck it, I’ll join the party.” But with my shitty social skills, I’m a fucking outcast. Showing up was like begging to be humiliated, alone, never even drank alchohol, just bought a hotdog, waited 30 minutes in that fucking line then went back home crying.
Tried again at 20, thinking I’d catch up, but it was too late. The assholes from my past were gone, replaced by new faces who didn’t give a shit about me. It was still a fucking gut-punch.Now this goddamn festival’s back, and I’m rotting in my shitty house, stewing in regret while everyone else is out there living the life I fucking missed. I’m the most pathetic, worthless fucking loser alive, and I hate every second of this miserable fucking existence. What the hell do I even do with this fucked-up life?
Back in school around 12-14, I’d go with my parents, dressed like a fucking dork, while all the cool kids were chugging booze, dancing, making out, living it up. They’d spot me, point, and laugh their asses off, basically refering to me as a pathetic little bitch who still goes out with his parents.
I’d get so pissed I’d bolt into the crowd, hiding from my parents, they would later scold me about how I’m a spineless, socially fucked loser, that I should be more cheerful, fucking lmao, I'm just realising how fucked up my parents were with me, trying to throw me there, humiliate me on purpose because "That's life" and I should deal with it
When I hit my teens, I thought, “Fuck it, I’ll join the party.” But with my shitty social skills, I’m a fucking outcast. Showing up was like begging to be humiliated, alone, never even drank alchohol, just bought a hotdog, waited 30 minutes in that fucking line then went back home crying.
Tried again at 20, thinking I’d catch up, but it was too late. The assholes from my past were gone, replaced by new faces who didn’t give a shit about me. It was still a fucking gut-punch.Now this goddamn festival’s back, and I’m rotting in my shitty house, stewing in regret while everyone else is out there living the life I fucking missed. I’m the most pathetic, worthless fucking loser alive, and I hate every second of this miserable fucking existence. What the hell do I even do with this fucked-up life?
