My Life (A short story)

It's actually a little funny that when you're young you expect that you have whole the life ahead of you. The world is full of opportunities and experiences just waiting for you to find them. But the funny thing is that most of us spend much of our time here on earth waiting for happiness. But in reality we are wasting precious life by waiting. As human I think it's important that we sometimes stop and think: "Hey where am I now? Do I live the life that I want? ". If most people did thought like that, there would not be so many sad cases like myself. But who I’m I to lecture you about this. I've been lonely for many years and I’ve had time to philosophize. Unfortunately it is too late for me to change the past. But sometimes I wish I could go back in time and just start over.
In my young days I had never thought that I would sit here as a 92 year old man, alone and bitter. I've spent the last few years here in my armchair by the window. I know that I will spend the time I have left here in this chair. Which by the way isn’t a very long time, I can feel it. Here I am spending my last days alone. So I have decided that I am going to write some of my memories down. I know that nobody is going to miss me. But perhaps some nurses here at the nursing home will find this paper with my last thoughts.

03/04 to 2086
This is my story. It is a story of joy, sorrow and regrets. Let me just start from the beginning:
My name is Christian I was born 23/11-1993. I was a happy and healthy child. Pampered and loved by my parents. I was their only child, the apple of their eye. Most of my childhood, I was in focus, I grew up thinking that everything was about me. I was a bully; I stepped on those who were weaker than me. The other children were afraid of me, I just loved the power. But who can blame me I was only a child?.
When I was 14 years old, my world was turned upside down. My parents were in a car accident, both lost their lives. Then everything went downhill. I was forced to move to my grandparent’s house. I never really had any contact with them before. Grandpa was an old military man, he was tough. Grandma stayed most of here time in the kitchen. They were old-fashioned even for that time. I had a feeling that they didn’t really care about me. I was a burden. I became more and more isolated; I spent most of my time in my room. I was on the computer I read books and listened to music.
In school I was totally impossible I never did my homework. And didn’t listen to what the teacher said. I found it hard to concentrate. The teachers hated me and I didn’t have any friends at all. It's not because I didn’t want to have some people around me. I just had a hard time trusting others and express feelings. For me showing emotions was a sign of weakness.
I didn’t get an education I dropped out of school. I got a job at the local gas station, and saved money for a small apartment. As the years went by, I got lonely, very lonely. I had lost all my social skills, had no idea how I should behave around people. It ended in a depression. I tried to take my own life, but was found by an elderly lady. Then I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital. When I finally came out I fell back into the same routine. Loneliness! I decided to buy a dog, it brought a little sunshine to my dark life.
The days went by, months went by and years went by. I was getting older I looked back at my life and had no idea what useful things I did in life. One day I realized that I could not take care of myself anymore. I was sent to a nursing home. It was there that I realized how much I had missed. Love, family, joy, I had nothing. There was nothing that could prove that I ever existed. It's a really sad thought. I often think of all the opportunities I had, and how great a life I could have had. But oh no, I chose to waste my life on nothing. And now I sit here alone in a nursing home in my chair by the window. And here I sit, and I don’t know how long I’ve been here. And the only thing that proves that I ever lived is this paper - Christian