-my family: I wasn’t there enough times in the past when they needed me.
-friendships, most notably with H, and that guy A and his girlfriend. I fucked up so badly in both cases, I’m not surprised they either hate me or don’t want to talk to me again.
-J. He is amazing. I am not. One day he will see that and he will not want to stick around once he realises that I am not the good person he thinks I am.
-My life. Other people my age have houses and cars and children. They are doing their best. They have jobs. They run their own businesses. I have a handful of broken dreams and PTSD.
So there you have it. One day soon the dark passenger will win again, and I will rid the world of another fuck up.