My lovely mother is absolutely right about me. I’m definetely not a normal 24-year-old. I’ve never been in a relationship, I don’t go to the beach, I don’t go out much, I’ve always been overweight, I don’t celebrate my birthday, I don’t have any interesting talent (I can’t sing/draw/play any instrument or sport/dance to save my life), I don’t have *any* perpective. I don’t know where I’m going, or why. I’m not going anywhere. I’m 24 years old and my life isn’t going anywhere, and I’m absolutely sick of it. But it’s too late to fix things, so I’m left with basically two choices now: either start over and try to make a better job this time, or give up.

I wish there was a pill to take all this abnormality away from me.