Ardesevent
It’s the end of the line, cowboy
- Feb 2, 2020
- 358
I peaked in middle school, and seems like I've been slowly rotting away since then. Severe agoraphobia and social anxiety, losing the few talents and friends I had, regretting everything, autism, and now we're about to add some severe memory loss to the mix.
I can't remember what I was like last year, anything about the book I read yesterday, or small details like what I was just doing. I've always been focused on stuff before, there's no good reason for this. I'm not even twenty yet.
It might just be declining since I haven't actually used it in awhile. Online classes are a breeze, and I haven't had time to focus on my programming or any of my other hobbies at all for months.
I'm hoping that's the case, but there's a part of me also wishing that it's dementia or some other disease that'll grant me a death. Unlikely, but it'd be convenient.
I can't remember what I was like last year, anything about the book I read yesterday, or small details like what I was just doing. I've always been focused on stuff before, there's no good reason for this. I'm not even twenty yet.
It might just be declining since I haven't actually used it in awhile. Online classes are a breeze, and I haven't had time to focus on my programming or any of my other hobbies at all for months.
I'm hoping that's the case, but there's a part of me also wishing that it's dementia or some other disease that'll grant me a death. Unlikely, but it'd be convenient.