I wish I could tell you that I'm doing fantastic. That life is a song and I'm singing it with my whole heart. I wish I could tell you that everything is just bloody peachy. But no, not quite. It's not like I'm unhappy and down in the dumps or anything, that doesn't happen too often with me. If it does happen it hits hard, but still. No, I'm actually doing good. Even though it feels like I'm living in a bit of a limbo state, too. Guess it's because my life is standing still in a way. Work is quiet. Friendships are stagnant. Relationships are non-existent. Social is pretty much useless. It feels like I'm living in a fantasy worlf of series upon series. And I don't even care. I know nobody can change it but me, but I'm just not sure I want to try. To get what exactly? More hurt. More rejection. More shit!
I'm talking in circles. I know.
I don't really know how to make sense of the frustration of it all.