I was always chasing girls outside of my league but when I got them interested,
I had no idea what to do and so they quickly lost interest.
A dumb little boy floating along, unable to do what my peers are doing.
Always been years behind everyone else.
I read my stories and wonder who wrote them and
feel dread and anxiety at attempting to write another story.
Sometimes I fear that I invented my carpal tunnel to give myself an excuse for not being a successful writer.
I watch myself wasting away these precious days with empty dreams and distractions.
–For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years