Looking back I know I had it hard and I don't really "blame" myself. Maybe I am playing the victim but I feel like I've been really cheated out of a lot of regular things in life and experiences, especially relationships and interactions with others. I guess i feel starved for adventure and love and I envy teenagers who can have that feeling because I never did. But on the other hand if I hadn't been such a stick-in-the-mud and if I had not been such a wussy, which was largely caused by an overwhelming fear of my father, I could of done more and believe I would of had more and would suspect I would feel much more stable and richer now.
I guess i am searching for some empathy? Did anyone else pretend not to care then secretly gaze out the window, envious of your friends? That was always me...
I guess i am searching for some empathy? Did anyone else pretend not to care then secretly gaze out the window, envious of your friends? That was always me...