What? Why? Where?

I think about you every day. I cannot help but contemplate if I've made a big mistake. I've done too much. It's way too late for me to turn this thing around, for me to hear how bad it sounds, to see my reflection in the mirror. What the fuck am I doing here? This is not where I belong. Everything about this place feels wrong. How was I supposed to know this would do nothing but stunt my growth? I'd say I wish I could go back but that would be nothing but a waste of breath. Please tell me what I need to hear. What the fuck am I doing here?