all i want to do is scream into the infinite nothingness of this world and ask "what does it all mean?"
i feel so incredibly lost and inadequate at the moment; as a creative but subsequently also as a person
i have no idea what i'm supposed to do or what i'm meant to contribute
i don't know what it'll take to make me content and that scares me
it scares me when all i feel is nostalgia and longing for what i think makes others happy
i'm just defeated, disappointed, and i guess it's ok to admit sad as well
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."