I think about this a lot and ask myself where and how I could have "fixed" my life and set myself off on a better path. I've gone through my memories over and over again, searching for that golden moment that could have changed everything. As far as I can tell, I ruined my life at 18/19 in college. I had friends that were into drugs and partying and going out and "experiencing" the world. In my youth I was very sheltered and never had these "fun" opportunities. Being the friend with the big sedan, I was roped into many trips driving my friends around so we could all smoke weed and get high, go to parties, concerts, clubs etc. I didn't tend to my academic responsibilities and ended up losing all my scholarships, eventually finding myself as a junior living alone in an apartment I couldn't afford, trying to work two part time jobs. One month I remember literally taking a federal school loan out just to pay my rent. Had I done better, and not ended up in that fucking apartment, my whole life could have been different. I spent the next decade (almost) working shitty part time retail jobs, moving from place to place, staying and overstaying my welcome with my family, never finishing my degree, never having enough money to sustain my individual life, being in abusive toxic relationships for the financial benefits, and never finding my way. To this day, I'm still broke, and I live alone in a different apartment I can't afford. I believe it's time to give up. Being this old, having no life built for myself, no friendships, no partner, no financial stability, and no skills that could get me a decent job... I'm ready to call it quits for good.