My Life at 18

Was hot, had a shot with a few supermodel looking girls, was just beginning to get serious about writing books, had a good job that paid about 30,000 a year, had a decent friend’s group, was about to pay my way through community college… then my grandfather died; I got back together with my ex, who then may or may not have been cheating on me as she had excessive interest in the boys across the street; and I learned about conspiracy theories, so I had a mental break down, got paranoid, assaulted two teenagers, and then got fat, and then confessed crimes I committed at 14, got put on a sex offender registry, and none of my books sell for anything, am applying for social security, with no car, and the only thing to show for my life is those books nobody will read.