Lonenely sigma
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Calling it "the last happy year of my life" would be kinda stupid, as 2021, 2020, 2019 etc... all the way back to around 2014, when I was 9, all sucked.
2022 was, instead, a burst of hope. Things just so aligned in my head and in my surroundings that allowed me to truly feel happy.
I was very delusional, of course, but I was happy. I look better now, or rather, I looked even worse back then, but I had hope. Every day was special, every day was to be better than the previous one. That was, in my mind.
I had so many friends in highschool man. So many good friends. We were playing billiard every day after school, drinking, playing video games and, obviously, improooooving.
This one tall chadlite friend brought me with him to the gym every other day. Man I can go on and on and ooonnn forever. This was a great period. I was sooo fucking happy man.
I couldn't change anything ofc. I was just an edgy 16 year old at the time. But I want to enjoy it once again, obviously, without the knowledge and awareness I hold now
2022 was, instead, a burst of hope. Things just so aligned in my head and in my surroundings that allowed me to truly feel happy.
I was very delusional, of course, but I was happy. I look better now, or rather, I looked even worse back then, but I had hope. Every day was special, every day was to be better than the previous one. That was, in my mind.
I had so many friends in highschool man. So many good friends. We were playing billiard every day after school, drinking, playing video games and, obviously, improooooving.
This one tall chadlite friend brought me with him to the gym every other day. Man I can go on and on and ooonnn forever. This was a great period. I was sooo fucking happy man.
I couldn't change anything ofc. I was just an edgy 16 year old at the time. But I want to enjoy it once again, obviously, without the knowledge and awareness I hold now
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