Sometimes I just don’t know what to feel.
I feel like I’m supposed to feel happy. And I am happy. For the most part.
I feel like I’m supposed to be the happiest I have been, ever. And I am. For the most part.
But at the same time I’m still searching…. I’m still expecting more. I think there’s more out there. I don’t know that it’s a problem with my relationship or life; I just don’t feel right. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel and I feel like I’m the only one feeling like I do.
And that’s what everyone thinks. I know I’m not alone. I just feel alone.
I just feel like I’m never going to find my place in the world….
And that’s so hard to try and accept.
I don’t want to accept it. I really don’t..
It’s only late at night my life really seems a mess… I don’t know if I lie to myself during the day or if I’m paranoid at night.
Maybe a little of both.
Some days I couldn’t be happier.
Other days… other days I question my entire existence and purpose in this world.