The only thing that gives a respite is Questionable Content, trivial details about the lives of people your age that let you smile. That must be why bloggers who write about everyday rojnamcha are so popular. They summarise what overwhelms you.
Although it's always on top of my mind, I always tried so that I would never tell myself or another (I have) that I don't know what to do with my life next. I have tried to keep at least vague goals on the horizon, a rough sequence of events. I admit now that I have absolutely no clue of what I want next, only vague dreams and very little idea of how to realise them or whether they are realisable at all. I am on the wrong side of 25, time is running past me, I am answerable about my plans to another.
I feel tied up like a bundle of knots and unable to answer questions. I have no clue of where things are going to come from next. I can't abide my present, I can't conceive a future.
Bad English is my birthright
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