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This can't be all there is.
I have a great job. I have a space to call my own. I have friends. I have an imperfect family but I have family nonetheless.
Why do I always feel so stagnant, dull, isolated and alone?
I expected passion. I expected eye-opening experiences. I expected romance. I expected responsibility, absolutely I did, but I also hoped for adventure.
Do I somehow manage to do this to myself without really realizing it? I want so much more. But what I want is so... unattainable.
I wonder if everyone else secretly feels the exact same way I do. Or maybe I'm just the lucky one.
I try so hard to be positive and see the world as this wondrous thing that is full of possibility and able to give me my heart's desire so long as I'm a good person who's willing to work hard for it. It's not really that, though. Is it?
I guess it's just one of those days where I'd love someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be fine, and that I matter. It's nice to hear that sometimes.
I have a great job. I have a space to call my own. I have friends. I have an imperfect family but I have family nonetheless.
Why do I always feel so stagnant, dull, isolated and alone?
I expected passion. I expected eye-opening experiences. I expected romance. I expected responsibility, absolutely I did, but I also hoped for adventure.
Do I somehow manage to do this to myself without really realizing it? I want so much more. But what I want is so... unattainable.
I wonder if everyone else secretly feels the exact same way I do. Or maybe I'm just the lucky one.
I try so hard to be positive and see the world as this wondrous thing that is full of possibility and able to give me my heart's desire so long as I'm a good person who's willing to work hard for it. It's not really that, though. Is it?
I guess it's just one of those days where I'd love someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be fine, and that I matter. It's nice to hear that sometimes.