Before starting my story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Bryan, and soon I will be 25 years old. I am every bit as boring as you might think I am. Money? I have none. Looks? I'm above average, but nothing too special. Height? Just average.
Looking back, the younger me was a thousand times better—always brimming with positivity and untapped potential. I used to believe that I could achieve anything I wanted as long as I put my mind to it. That was until I got a reality check—or so I like to tell myself, just to make sense of my life. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder: would my younger self be proud of the person I am today? Would I be able to face him without shame? The answer to both questions is a resounding no.
That boy aspired to be a hero of his generation—achieving great things and dying with a smile. He wanted to look back at his life and shout with all his heart: I lived.
And me? I'm just a bag of meat and bones, depressed and biding my time until death comes knocking at my door. Deep down, I still aspire to be the hero I once dreamed of becoming. But is that even possible at my age? Life has beaten me down so hard that I can barely lift my head. The proud, strong young man is long gone—replaced by a mere shadow of himself.
And then, she delivered the killing blow.
Looking back at these past few years, I have far too many regrets. But if there's one thing I regret the most, it's losing the girl I loved—and who loved me back. She saw through the strong, stoic façade I showed to the world. She recognized and accepted the weak, insecure, and flawed parts of me. And yet, she abandoned me.
For years, I sailed through the loneliest and hardest of times—alone.
Will I ever beat my depression and regain my confidence? Will she come back? Will she be able to revive my dead heart, or is failure inevitable? Or maybe, just maybe, I will find love again.
If you want to know, read my story. Maybe you will find the answers to these questions—or maybe not. Maybe you will take it as a lesson to learn from, a warning to never repeat my mistakes. Or perhaps, you will see it as an inspiration to chase your dreams.
That is for me to hope for—and for you to find out.