Saturday, December 30, 2017

10

I want to be honest, but I don't think I can.

However, if I'm being honest... And vague... I'm doubtful of my future happiness.

I'm just going to focus on keeping myself busy. I'm going to visit with friends more and pick up old hobbies. And new ones.

I'd like to seize more opportunities in the coming year. I'd like to gain more experience. I'd like to be more spontaneous... Because I'm going to need something to do; I'm going to need somewhere to go; and I'm going to need people and things to occupy my mind.

I hope I get a raise this year. I don't often worry about money anymore, but I want to be able to afford all the things I want to do.

I'm just feeling lost, I think. I feel like walls are closing in and I'm becoming trapped. I'm not in a room that I want to leave... But I'm anxious of the disappearing windows. Mentally, I'm in a place I've been before. And self-loathing is bubbling up from the floorboards. I know this will pass, but I don't know how long that will take.

I'm beating around the bush.

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