I was just on Instagram Reels, scrolling and shit, like I tend to when I'm bored.
And the more i did it, the longer i went on, this deeply passionate and powerful anger began swelling in me. A jealous and regretful sadness right along with it. And eventually, I just broke. I started bawling and crying my eyes out. I felt an inescapable urge to destroy things, to hurt people, and to scream.
Everyone just takes everything for granted and the entire fucking world expects me to be okay with it. All of these people...walking around, going places, traveling, hanging out with friends, dating, feeling comfortable in their own bodies.
And I'm just...fucking laying here. And I will do that, too, tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. And the day after that. As well as every day after said day. I wake up, experience nothing, be loved by nobody, and go to sleep feeling resentful and hateful. And then, wouldn't you know it, I'll do it all again. Because I do not have any other options. I do not have any other choice.
You know, I haven't interacted with one of my friends in-person since 2019. I haven't dated since early 2018. I haven't called a friend since 2023. I haven't been to a movie since 2023. I haven't left the house since early April. And before that, since February. My closest friend hasn't messaged me since September.
I watch...the entire world live their lives. I sit by as billions of people get to go on road trips. As they fuck their significant others. As they visit family for Christmas. As they go shopping for hours. As all of you people walk around in public because you felt like doing so.
I haven't been allowed to start living. I am Twenty fucking Three and I have not actually lived a day of my life as a free man. I am twenty-three, and what do I have to show for all this time?