I'm just wondering if the way I am is a product of experience or if I'm supposed to mess up so much in life. I doubt now that I'll ever amount to much. I desperately wanted to make something of my life.
I had so much promise, but I keep ruining things for myself.

My mum is an utter washout now and I'm so scared that I'm turning into her.
Hopeless, a 'victim'...

I just want to scream.

None of this can be blamed on my past. I can't link the way I'm feeling now to that. It's been too long. I've grown up. Ive dealt with it.

I'm struggling.