Sad because there's so many wonderful things I could do and I think "omg it would be awesome if i did them" and plan how I would do them and then realize I won't do anything.
So many people I want to reassure and help.
So many friends I could make.
So many projects I could complete.
So many places, and goals, and achievements, that I would never have anything to do with.
So many things I want I'll never have just because I'm my shitty self.