Time off...
For the past few days, i've been home. Took a few off for the annual contemplation of existence that is.. my birthday.
Tomorrow, i will be 22.. and tho that isn't a real milestone birthday, it still means something to me. Another year gone by, another job that has little/no meaning, another day alone- with very few *real* friends and not many loved ones.
I'm not really all depressed, just... unsure.. unsure what i want my future to be, where i want to go.
But im still here, still alive, still thinking... And i guess thats all that matters.
Tomorrow, i will be 22.. and tho that isn't a real milestone birthday, it still means something to me. Another year gone by, another job that has little/no meaning, another day alone- with very few *real* friends and not many loved ones.
I'm not really all depressed, just... unsure.. unsure what i want my future to be, where i want to go.
But im still here, still alive, still thinking... And i guess thats all that matters.