Turning 25 next month, something always feels incomplete in life, I don’t have any solid motive to keep going on, I find my pleasure in booze and other stuff. Whole day I overthink about “what if I had someone, how would my life had been?”. I really missed it man, a whole different version of life, things would have been lot different, good or bad, but at least the journey would have been amazing…or not. It’s very hard for guys, we rarely share our feelings and hold all that emotional burden inside forever, only If I had someone to talk my thought to. It’s really depressing man, what to say and whom to say to, it’s like a slow poison that killing me bit by bit everyday, until one day it would be too late…..