My world is filled with darkness, unhappiness, loneliness, and failure.
My world goes back and forth between flailing, distant hope and accepting a permanently doomed fate.
My world is a constant reminder of how weak I am. And always have been in too many ways.
My world wishes for the young adult energy-filled type good time breaks from my hell (occasional dating, nights out, etc) that are now forever gone.
My world has a laundry list of long gone, lost opportunities (and an empty list of realistic future ones).
My world consists of living in the past as much as possible.
My world feeds off of escape from itself.
My world is spending most days not wanting to have this life, but also being too scared of dying.
My world has had a lot of emotional pain and issues for the last 37 of my 49 years. And a future of physical pain and issues beginning at this age.
My world waits for a useful answer to the “how can you start caring enough to change” question (that will never come).
My world is headed for a destitute, miserable ending years down the road.
My world is not one that I’d wish on anyone.
Mister A's domain 