Looking for my GCSE results for my CV, I searched through the

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Looking for my GCSE results for my CV, I searched through the "family box". You know, the "box". What I saw deeply saddened me.

In it I saw me, young and happy. I saw pictures of me and my friends. I don't have those anymore.
Pictures of fun. I don't have that anymore.
Half remembered events, hazy memories of a time I lost, and distant family members whose names I've forgotten.

I didn't find what I was looking for.

After the nostalgia trip, I was brought back to my reality. An utterly failed life. Lads I'm 18, living with mum, no job, I've gimped my college experience and A-Levels, I have no social life, and I don't think I can fix it.

I saw decade old school reports, "Anon is progressing well", "Anon is very outgoing", "he has such a sense of humour". Old Birthday cards. I've not had a birthday card now in 4 years.

How the fuck did I let this happen? I'm up at fucking 6 in the morning playing games, wanking, and posting on the British general of the international board on an anime image site. Sure, this wouldn't be bad as a one off, this used to be part of the good times, but this is my entire life now. EVERY. CUNTING. DAY. IS. THE. SAME.

Please, lads, I need someone to hold me.