My Life

I am perpetually restless. Most of the time, I'm just not happy with what I'm doing...and I have no idea what I could do to satisfy myself. I feel like I'm constantly in limbo. As I write this, I'm not sure if it's what I want to do.

I know what I want.

And I have no idea what I want.

It's...uncool.

I love using words to express how I'm feeling, and I don't even know what words to use right now.

It sounds more devestating than it is, I think. It's more like a quiet uneasiness. A silent overwhelming.

My life.