So this time it’s 36. Truly one of my saddest days. I have a few memorable days of deepest despair. It was even reminiscent of 18, an odd and disturbing perspective. I remember at 18, feeling worthless, wasted and void of a future of any worth. How profound, how real. 18 years ago I wanted to die, give up, I had nothing and was nothing, now 18 years later, a whole second lifetime later, where am I? much the same, though learned of the further desperate realities of life and the world, still a simple waste, a waste of another 18 years, a waste of another lifetime. I have done nothing, I still am no one.
