What the fuck am I doing? Where am I going? Why do I feel the need to go?
I feel lost, but the kind of lost where you shut your eyes and spin around in circles until you are dizzy, and when you open your eyes, you don't know which direction you should be facing.
I've been spinning in one place for eight years.
The good part about it all, is that I'm finally ready to move on.
The bad part is that I already feel weary thinking about the things I need to do.
Man, I was gonna post a funny entry, too. Maybe next time. For now, I'm too depressed for this shit.