ready for home
I just, aahhh. I don't know. I'm quarter-life crisising. big time. I have the overwhelming feeling that I've not accomplished a thing in my life, and that I'll accomplish even less in that which lies ahead me.
but I do know that I'm definatly coming back to america. this much is clear. no extension, no more wild dreams of staying in this country on wild prospects of luck, love, happiness and success.
in a word, miserable. in more, lonely, misunderstood, longing.
why do I have this stupid personality where I constantly feel abandonded by people? let down by others, and myself?
I'm ready to get out of this place, and to go back home. as if home is so salvation or secret solution to the emptiness I feel...
but I do know that I'm definatly coming back to america. this much is clear. no extension, no more wild dreams of staying in this country on wild prospects of luck, love, happiness and success.
in a word, miserable. in more, lonely, misunderstood, longing.
why do I have this stupid personality where I constantly feel abandonded by people? let down by others, and myself?
I'm ready to get out of this place, and to go back home. as if home is so salvation or secret solution to the emptiness I feel...