So much seems to go on, and yet, it's almost like nothing compared to other people's struggles. But is it really? I apologize, mostly to myself, if this post makes absolutely no sense and isn't cohesive at all.
Adults often wish they were back in the teenage years, but why? As awful as I feel about life right now, being an adult must be even worse than it is as a teen. I'll probably look back at this post and laugh at what I had to say, but this is simply how I am feeling at the moment.
So many feelings.
And for some, feeling like that is so pointless, and I know it's pointless. But why do I still feel this way?
Now I'm questioning what I'm even trying to get at. And I feel like I'm just talking to myself now.
Family is breaking apart. So what? There are so many other families in worse condition than yours. What makes yours so much more important to whine about?
You have serious jealously issues. So what? You tell yourself you're accustomed to rejection at this point, why even care?
Two things. Two issues, and nothing more? Is that really extravagant enough to twist up how you engage with people, how responsive you are?
No one likes to see you moody. Sure, they understand how out of it you are from time to time, but this? This has been going on for what will be 3 weeks.
Maybe Mumford and Sons has it right. Where you invest your love, you invest your life.
Your love has been directed towards your family and this goofball of a boy, and not in yourself. Your life has been put into your family and this boy; your life really isn't yours anymore. Is it? Has it ever been?
You really are just talking to yourself.
I don't remember the point of doing this. Only made myself feel worse.
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