Was around where I grew up and decided to walk around my old middle school. Doors were open since some kids had basketball practice. Was not prepared for all the suicide fuel. Came across this poem on the wall, that had been there even when I attended. I used to look at it as a source of motivation. Now it just inspires bitterness and vitriolic envy. They seem to think everyone has some kind of talent. Some sort of thing to make them stand out in a positive way. It made me realize that I had nothing, that I was nothing. I have nothing, and I am nothing. I will never have anything, and I will never be anything. It reminded how I first began to realize I was falling through the cracks. Walking around made me reminisce about all the times I’d meet my friends at their lockers and we’d make plans to play cod zombies after school or something. The problem is I never really grew up. While all my friends were getting girlfriends and doing other things, I still just wanted to play vidya mainly. The aftermath is that they all grew out of it and we stopped talking as much, if ever. I missed out on all these important formative experience you’re supposed to have as a kid and it left me retarded. I imagine we’re all familiar with this story since we all lived it in some way or another I guess. Just thought I’d share what became one of the most depressing outings I’ve ever had.
