Posts tagged Gah

I’m so tired of not knowing what I want to do, especially after being as certain as I was for so long.

I call myself a writer, but I never writer. A musician, but I never play. An artist, but I never create. What am I?

I work in a music store. I work at a godforsaken gas station. When I get home, I’m tired and do nothing. Nothing. My life is at another standstill and I’m tired of it.

What’s even more frustrating is knowing that I’ve lost my drive because I’ve been removed from everything I care about for so long.

It doesn’t help to hear, “Oh that’s completely normal for your age. You’ll get out of it.”

Gee, thanks. I’m all better now.

And tired and in my head and too many thoughts and time for bed.