It’s angst time again! Have you ever experienced hanging in mid-air? Not knowing whether to go up or down? Or ever been on an endless road, driving and driving, not knowing where you’re going to yet you know you’re going somewhere significant?
Self-centered. Since when have I become this? Was I always like this? Definitely, I only noticed recently. Well, a few months back. I don’t want it to be all about me anymore. But, I don’t know how to reverse that.
State of confusion. State of not knowing what is to be. That is me. Is this what they call going through a quarter-life crisis?
Nothing is worse than not knowing… having no direction… not anything. Not knowing how to feel, where to go, what to do, what to be. Nothing is worse than floating.