am i growing up?
I feel like I should be crying in the corner of a closet somewhere but I’m strangely optimistic. Cautious, sure, but optimistic nonetheless.
I think what’s keeping me sane is knowing that nothing is permanent. This feeling of emptiness, misery, failure. While I’m experiencing them now, I know it won’t stay with me forever. And I know that later down the line, I’ll experience the same sort of soul-sucking feelings again but I guess knowing that everything is cyclical makes me feel better.
