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i love how satisfied everyone is with their life...
except for me.
I used to think i knew who i was, what i wanted, where i wanted to be. Now I don't feel like I know anything about anything or anyone including myself. I can't much rely on anyone at all, but at the moment that seems like it's the least of my problems, which worries me. I have a critical writing block, musically and the other kind.
i'm sick of making entries like this, and i wish it wasn't this way, but it is and i am.
it's worse because there seems to be no one to share it with. i'm not even comforted by a significant other. but even just a good friend to really be open with would be fantastic to me now.
i don't know what i'm going to do at all. if anyone can help, please, feel free.
except for me.
I used to think i knew who i was, what i wanted, where i wanted to be. Now I don't feel like I know anything about anything or anyone including myself. I can't much rely on anyone at all, but at the moment that seems like it's the least of my problems, which worries me. I have a critical writing block, musically and the other kind.
i'm sick of making entries like this, and i wish it wasn't this way, but it is and i am.
it's worse because there seems to be no one to share it with. i'm not even comforted by a significant other. but even just a good friend to really be open with would be fantastic to me now.
i don't know what i'm going to do at all. if anyone can help, please, feel free.