I was always a bit melancholic, but fine. Never considered killing myself or anything.
Then life gave me hope. It gave me jobs, self esteem and the girl of my dreams. For what, though? I lost everything. But now I know what it's like to have nice things. I can't go back to mediocrity, but here I am. How can I live knowing that I lived my dream just to wake up in this hell? Nothing I do can bring these things back. I'm doomed to a sad, empty, lonely life, until I die. So, no. I don't... Not anymore. Last year me had a great shot nd he fucked it up.