I just turned 30, and i've had a shit life. iin?
I've been alive for almost a decade now, and I've got nothing to show for it, save for a few successful business ventures and a lovely wife.
I just got a letter from myself. Sent to me when I was 12 years old as part of a sixth grade class project where every student was supposed to send a letter to your future self. Turns out, every single student sent a letter to me. Yeah, 28 different letters that all start out with the same sentence: "I hope you're not alive to read this." Here's a gem: "Dear Anon, I hope you're not alive to read this. Every day my dad gives me poison to sneak into your thermos of soup. All I want for my birthday is the courage to finally kill you. He said your dad is an evil man and he's raising you to be the spawn of Satan. Love, Penis Anthony Doubineux. P.S. Go Bills."
Is it normal that I feel this way?