Oh.
I was looking through old memories today. The ones not stolen by him, at least. …
..I think I wasted my life. Sure, back then I was successful. Top of my classes, top of the school even. But.. I don't remember being proud.. I don't know if I was even happy. Success, it was my purpose in life, and I lost it all. It's all gone, dead.
Does that mean I'm a failure, does that make me worthless? I mean, I have nothing now. All of my work gone, is down the drain. Dead.
Maybe I am a failure. I failed myself. Whoever I used to be, at least. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry to my past self.
I failed you.