
“Things … things could’ve been better. I wish it had been better. Something, I don’t know what, seemed to hold me back, hold me in. A mental thing. I’m sure there’s a name for it, but what does it matter now?”

“Things … things could’ve been better. I wish it had been better. Something, I don’t know what, seemed to hold me back, hold me in. A mental thing. I’m sure there’s a name for it, but what does it matter now?”