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Every time I start to think that I'm happy, I realize that my life feels quite empty. I feel like I'm not doing enough with it; when I am doing a lot, it feels much too overwhelming. I could give some kind of redundant rant about relationships, but I'm not even sure if it's about that anymore. I don't know what this is about.
And I certainly don't know what I want.
And I certainly don't know what I want.