For one, I truly believe the world doesn't care about my story. After years and years of dealing with psychological barbwire both mine and others, I find myself bitter, near alcoholic, unemployed, alone and I really see no end in sight. I am not a positive thinker nor do I believe optimistically about my life or my future. I am desperately wishing for a better life but after 37 years of despair... all I know is sadness and anger.... and I am beyond my wit's end trying to tell myself otherwise. So... there's my story. Enjoy. 

My past is nearly as sad as my present except without the bitterness. I had hope in my past... now I can't remember the last time I was ever happy. 

That's the big question. I want a career. I want a relationship...kids someday... I want to feel like I haven't wasted my life. I deserve some happiness. I am a lot of things but a lost cause isn't one of them. I'm not a bad person yet I feel disconnected and alone, unworthy of a simple life of joy. Right now, my future is as black as night but my dream...is to reverse my curse.