Fuzzy
I don't know exactly what to wright about or how to put into words and that is the essence of the problem. The feeling has come and gone for a long time of not knowing what in the hell I am doing. I probe everyone I know in one way or another, directly and indirectly for a statement on what it is I meant to be doing. The funny thing about this statement is that it would terrify a lot of people I know to hear me say it. I have always been the assured one and anyone who has met me in the last 2-3 years would say that is also not the case. It seems like I have been questioning who the hell I am and what I am doing for so long that it has become second nature. In stating that, I see the value in it as I'm not sure how much better off I was not questioning, however it doesn't seem to be all the productive. oh belly button examining. I hate that I feel so fucking self aggrandizing even giving as much emotional energy to these questions as I do. I briefly looked at my last post and though the first paragraph sounds good this is the first time I have written anything journal style since then yet again. Should I force myself to write more? what do I have to say?
I feel wrestles and bored at the same time and yet frequently exhausted. This all sounds so dire but feeling it is more subtle and constant. It bubbles up whenever I sit still long enough. It makes getting things done a bit challenging.
I feel wrestles and bored at the same time and yet frequently exhausted. This all sounds so dire but feeling it is more subtle and constant. It bubbles up whenever I sit still long enough. It makes getting things done a bit challenging.