You never notice how lonely the world can really be until it feels like you've hit rock bottom. You then start questioning all your life choices, like, "Should I have kept doing music?" or "Should I have let my toxic friends go?" However, you'll never really know the answers to these questions until it's too late.
I'm at the point of life where I'm questioning what's next for me, and it's hard to answer that question when you never really saw a future for yourself to begin with. I know that may sound a little dark, but it's the truth. After having my passion for music taken away from me, I've never really looked forward to the future. That probably just means that I need to find a new passion, but it feels like every-time I try to, I lose interest quickly.
I'm not writing this for people to feel pity for me, I'm just simply writing because I know others out there are feeling the exact way. Alone, and questioning what's next. We all need to find our passions. Who knows, maybe this could be my new passion?
(Hi guy's! I'm still trying to decide if I want this to be a short story or just something people can connect with. Either way it is going to be personal to me and I just hope everyone enjoys and can feel a personal connection with it. More very soon!)
