I graduated high school (Barely). Went to college for a little bit, stopped, went to work at 3 different places in 2-3 years, got a good job, but now quitting to go back to college. Sadly, I learned about life in the 4th grade. I didn't know much about anything, but I realized at such a young age, life is screwed, and it isn't puffy clouds and candy. By 5th grade I stopped caring, was an asshole. By 17 I made my own "personal mission," and now at 22 I more or less stopped most of it, but still go for a lot of it. 11th year I found a girl, when I wasn't looking, just sulking in my own depression and keeping away from the world. Shit happened, she cheated, I tried to be the better guy. I almost failed highschool because... while we felt like we were destined, she just didn't care and thought she deserved more. So it crashed and burned by the final weeks of high school, and so I was in a hard state trying to do college. In work I found stability, and after swapping jobs I found one that was calming and I enjoyed. However there were incidents that pushed me over the edge to where... well after 4th grade, I stopped caring about everything and was just hateful. By age 17 and my personal mission, I didn't care about any god damn thing... except people. I cared about the person in front of me, near me, etc. Anyway, getting pushed off that edge I just lost all my bag of fucks for everything and wanted to live happily without the fear of hurting someone intentionally or not, I just do what I want (obviously within reason). Now I am somewhat actually back with my ex... but it isn't a relationship perse? It's a fun relationship that is... Profile picture is from my first vacation, around 6 years old (?) having my first frisbee, when I was truly happy. And I didn't have to think about life.