
Justanotherbloke
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I’ve been carrying this weight for years now.. a constant gnawing feeling that something was taken from me, or maybe that I just lost it and never got it back. I keep going back to the years before 2015. Back when I was in my mid teens and life felt easier. Not necessarily happy, but simpler. There was still some kind of hope, even if I couldn’t see it clearly back then. There was at least the illusion that things could eventually turn out okay.
The vibe from the pre 2015 era was my only happiness.
I'm here years later still clinging to that version of the world like some ghost that refuses to move on. I’ve tried to get over it, to move forward like everyone else seems to. But it’s like my brain is frozen in time. My body aged, the world moved on, but my soul never left that era. Every year that goes by, I keep hoping something will snap into place and I’ll finally feel like an adult, like I belong in this timeline. But it never happens.
And I think I’ve finally hit the point where I can admit it to myself that I lost. The past won. Whatever battle was going on inside my mind to move on, to let go, to adapt etc I lost it.
I look ahead and all I see is emptiness, routine, disappointment. Just more time to kill until it ends. There’s no story arc, no redemption. Just static.
I don't live life currently, im surviving and would rather delete myself if I can't get that era of happiness back.
The vibe from the pre 2015 era was my only happiness.
I'm here years later still clinging to that version of the world like some ghost that refuses to move on. I’ve tried to get over it, to move forward like everyone else seems to. But it’s like my brain is frozen in time. My body aged, the world moved on, but my soul never left that era. Every year that goes by, I keep hoping something will snap into place and I’ll finally feel like an adult, like I belong in this timeline. But it never happens.
And I think I’ve finally hit the point where I can admit it to myself that I lost. The past won. Whatever battle was going on inside my mind to move on, to let go, to adapt etc I lost it.
I look ahead and all I see is emptiness, routine, disappointment. Just more time to kill until it ends. There’s no story arc, no redemption. Just static.
I don't live life currently, im surviving and would rather delete myself if I can't get that era of happiness back.