when I had one: (about age 19/20 or so)
Earn a degree, enjoy life, enjoy my motorcycle, volunteer, enjoy a space to call a sanctuary, a peaceful, calm, quiet, organized, clean, proper space to reside independently free from bad roommates, lies, and shitty people or bad "relationships" with a person I didn't like.
Well. That went to the dump.
Everything did.
People wouldn't STOP their lies and abuse and BULLSHIT.
STALKING. INVASIVENESS. DEMANDS. RAPE. ROBBERY.
Then accuse me of it.
I wanted to be happy.
And things really became so fucked up, toxic, hateful, difficult, and it was UNNECESSARY, UNJUSTIFIABLE.
It turned me into a TERRIBLE person. It destroyed EVERYTHING. I begged people to stop who wouldn't stop, and then they kept up and kept up and kept up, and I destroyed and destroyed because they refused to acknowledge me or listen to me.
I'm glad the bitch is dead. But I have so many god damn problems thanks to HER.
Oh well.
If I had a "bucket list", I guess it's basically just to obtain the right substance and go get dead.
Too bad.
Never have what I wanted in life or what I could have had in life because of the people in it and the fact they were rotten, selfish, fucked up, cruel, abusive, and fucked up.
Sounds like exactly what happened to my dumbass mother. The fuckin dumbass.
Oh the put downs - yeah because everyone else is such a successs and a winner!
They're sooooo great, and soooo brave, and like soooo coooool, and sooooo perfect…..
Lmao…
Fuck them all.
Nobody would help me.
Nothing will ever get better.
Things never change.
Everyone has their little lies and rumors and bullshit.
How stupid, my entire life wasted on fuckin stupidity.
And by now I am so miserable and depressed, had everything stolen so many times, I will NEVER be happy, it's too "easy" to steal, along with whatever else they took from me.
So. Who cares?
Nobody.