The box

(Sorry for being kinda a downer today; I guess it just happens the later it is and the more tired I am.)
I wish I knew what to do with my life. Seems like what I thought I wanted, I guess I don't want anymore. If only I knew that I didn't want what I thought I wanted, or better yet, actually knew what I do want. Better better yet, someone take care of me so I don't have to anymore. I feel absolutely demotivated.

I guess I'm fated to always wonder if people think about me as much as I think about them. It's weird to think that a lot of my peers are married and a lot of those even have kids already, when I still haven't grown up yet, and doubt that I ever will, really. Maybe this is why I chose a career path with the most possible school...

Someone on Facebook asked me to complete a personal survey. I don't think I'm that interesting, which is exactly why I have a blog (Hah!). Plus I'm always wary about sharing that sort of thing with other people, because I'm just that shy and secretive. Should I really be giving people advice? A lot of people seem to ask for it, but I feel distinctly unqualified. I would hate to say the wrong thing or have my advice interpreted in a way I didn't expect or intend. I just want to do the right thing, and I want everybody to be happy. These are my confessions; all I ask is forgiveness.


I guess Lent starts now?