My childhood home is no longer mine

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

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