I’m not really sure what to say. I mean, I’m not completely sure what I’m feeling right now. Maybe a hint of jealously, a touch of dysthymia, and a sense of hopelessness. Everything is so light that I can’t tell what I’m feeling.
What should I be feeling? What can I feel? I feel so pathetic, yet complacent. Maybe writing has made things worse. Usually, I feel better, because there’s always something that I need to get off my chest. But lately, it just seems to be making me realize what my actual situation is. Well, I already know what my situation is, it has just given me a negative spin on it.
I wish I was very depressed. Being depressed is such a comfortable, and familiar feeling, that I would feel right at home. Yet I’m not, because of my complacency.
Have I been able to accept everything? I’m not quite sure yet. I compare myself to others, and nothing seems right. For me or for them. Everything just seems so fucked up, and it surprises me.
I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others. It’s not a healthy thing. After all, I’m very different from many people I know. Even the ones that I believe are comparable to me are very different, and lead very different lives.
God, it just makes me sad. I can’t seem to figure things out. Many things surprise me. And this just keeps happening again and again.
And I wonder, why not me?