Venting after the cut.
Someone mediocre and bitter. Someone with a hobby they suck at and illusions they can still make it. Someone who doesn't enjoy their work and life. Someone surrounded by people that are much more interesting than them.
I know I'm not literally Squidward, I'm aware but it feels like it a lot. Maybe the difference is that i'm more self aware about my shortcomings. Still, i wish i kept a bit more of the wonder i had when i was younger. I wish i had stuck with serious practice of skills when i was younger. I wish i hadn't had undiagnosed mental illness keeping me back.
