The family that you had didn’t make you happy. The relationship you had didn’t make you happy. The friends that you had didn’t make you happy. So you tried to change things.

The stuff that you had, and the places you went didn’t make you happy. The people you knew, and the connections you had didn’t make you happy. So you tried to change yourself.

The parties you went to, and the alcohol that you drank didn’t make you happy. The drugs that you smoked, and the “high” that you chased didn’t make you happy. So people told you to change.

Now the school that you failed, your time that you wasted, the people you lost, and your future that you ruined, that didn’t make you happy. Now it’s too late to change.

What doesn’t kill you only makes you wish it did.

I think I’ve jumped into the real world to fast.

Suddenly realizing all the responsibilities that accompany you into adulthood can put too much weight on your shoulders.

With so many goals and priorities, it’s hard to distinguish which ones to put first.