It's something that really hurts to do, but I feel like I have to be realistic. I had a dream of going to uni and becoming a teacher. Took me three years longer than anyone else to gain acceptance to uni and then I had to pass it up because I couldn't afford it.
My parents were married and I had arrived by the time she was 21. I'd always thought I'd meet someone and be married with at least one child by the time I reached a similar age. I'm now 27.
I always thought I'd have my same group of friends around me. Turned out to be complete jerks. I always thought I'd have one or two friends who'd stick by me. They either lose touch and don't bother contacting me anymore, even though I try, or they just don't want to know me. And why would they anyway.
I'm 27, I should have moved out of home by now, but instead, I still live with my parents. I desperately want space but don't want to be on my own. The idea of having a housemate- that would involve some degree of trust. Not likely. Every new year I tell myself I will move out before my next birthday- July rolls around and I just feel worse.
My issues always seem to interfere with anything I try to do. I feel like I'm a huge failure.
Sorry, I'm going to end my depressing rant.