What then? It’s a question I’m asking all the time because the version of me that I believed in, the me I thought I would become, has never materialized. He has never existed, and the man I am today is only an echo of my broken dreams. I don’t know how to be a man who won’t give up; I don’t know how to be a man who doesn’t give up on himself. And I’ve tried so hard to become someone else. I don’t remember what tomorrow is supposed to look like, and I don’t know what to do.
