I am 27 now. I have a good job. I even have a small number of friends. I have debilitating health problems which ensure that I will never be a social butterfly, a high-flyer in any field, nor have a girlfriend.
I am not sure how to find happiness in this circumstance. My existence feels totally isolated; even isolated from my friends, because of the problems I suffer alone.
I go to work and go home. My bank balance rises. I go to the park a lot. I play a videogame with my friends sometimes. But every moment of true reflection feels empty, empty, empty.
Today I looked over some text messages from years ago, before things went too badly wrong. A girl I was casually dating. It reads that we had an entirely sexual connection. I called the shots. Reading it gave me no feels, but it did transport me to a totally different time.
Returning to the present is akin to sliding down the slimy wall of an inescapable well. There is no sunlight here. All I want to know is whether there is the possibility of happiness. Give it to me straight.