disappointed
My standards for adult life were way too high. And they are definitely coming down. I feel alone most of the time. Alone at work. Alone at home. What is the fucking point if you are alone? I am bored. I'm depressed. I have like 20 bucks. And I ate one time today...at least I might lose some fucking weight. I realy don't know what I want out of life, and that is even more depresing cuz I thought I would have a handle on this shit by now. Wanting one thing one minute and wanting something completely different the next minute is supposed to be the experience of a teenager, not an adult. I wish I could go back and do everything differently. Went for what I wanted when I held back. Held back, instead of jumping in without thinking. I never seem to get it right.