I am left with absolutely no goals in my life. Graduating from university? I don't care if I fail or pass my university modules; I'm revising for them for the sake of revising - I'm doing something: it's the ultimate proof of me still being tortured by my own living consciousness.It's my own fault if I don't have any long-term or short-term goals. I didn't do the right things, or wasn't motivated enough to do them; and above all else, I kept believing that one day, the loneliness would not be here any more.
On the left is a pic of me when I was three or four... I wish I had known back then that life sucked that much.
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