I can remember a time when all I cared about was having fun and being myself. When nothing mattered except the next time I could play Lego Star Wars and watch SpongeBob. Fast forward over a decade later, and I'm now a 20 year old hopelessly depressive incel. Not only that, I have broken a tradition in my family, and not in a good way. My grandfather married his highschool sweetheart, same with my dad. Given that information, I thought when I was younger, I would follow in their footsteps. If only, if only.
