I just wanted to win once
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted one thing: to win. Not to be above everyone, not to be special, just to feel like life was finally on my side for once. But I never did. I lost again and again, every battle, every hope, every version of myself that tried to stand back up. There were times I was so tired I wanted to kill myself, but somehow I still tried again, and guess what, I’m still losing. Every time something starts to look good, every time I can almost see a future, it falls apart badly, like life is punishing me for hoping. Fuck man, I don’t even want answers anymore. I just want to hug someone and cry. I’m so tired of fighting. I just wanted to win once.