aged

i wish i could start over. i don't want to be 27. i don't want to know i've made the same mistakes over and over. i don't want to know that i feel the same now as i did last year, the year before that, and so on. i don't know if there are second chances in life when most days i can say i've already given up. what's the point in crying when i know i'll cry again the next day. what's the point in trying when i know i won't succeed. what's the point in talking to anyone when they all go away.

what's the point?