Here we go again.
Blah. I can't even manage to produce a good rant. I'm so sick of being angsty and annoyed all the time. I'm sick of making the wrong choices over and over again. I'm sick of living for everyone but myself. I'm sick of feeling selfish about wanting to live for myself even a little. I'm sick of not having goals anymore. I'm sick of complaining. I'm sick of loud neighbors. I'm sick of worrying whether or not the car will start. I don't know what to do at this point; I don't know how to get my life back. Other than dropping everything and starting completely from scratch, I can't seem to come up with any solutions. I'm trying really hard to avoid starting over, trying to move forward and get on track. But no matter what, I wind up back in this place as discouraged as ever. The whole thing is really starting to get to me.