Writers Jam

i sit here, in the dark, failed, confused, hollow, hopeless, directionless, and lonely betrayed by my own expectations from the self. humbled down beyond measure by the fact that i’m just another ordinary person, who tried and failed. no records did i break. nothing astonishing could i do. no pride could i bring to my parents. i am nothing special. thinking i could do something great was oh so foolish. here i lay today, beneath a completely void yet heavy sky wondering what the future holds for me, wondering how i could have lived my past better, how i could have made more friends if i weren’t so stubborn , how i could have been an average student and led a happier life, how i could have achieved atleast something in life, if i had been okay with being mediocre. but now that the time for all of it has already passed, what can i do but resent how i have lived all this while but, wait, for how long does one keep doing that? ofcourse, i don’t know