Do you ever wish the world would just swallow you up?
You’re so lost and confused but you really just don’t have the drive to do anything?
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
Sometimes I just want out.
I don’t want to kill myself, no, I’m too much of a coward for that. But if a bus was coming straight for me, I’m really not sure how hard I’d work to stay out of its way. I just don’t know what makes me happy anymore and I’m really not sure how to figure it out. I don’t even want to. I know there is a lot left for me in life and it has things to offer, but what if I get to those things and I’m still not happy? What if I hate college and wish I didn’t have to be here in order to make a decent living?
It’s really only a matter of time before I can’t rationalize my way out of hurting myself.