I think I am the world’s biggest hypocrite. I am happy in life. I am getting everything that I wanted and yet I turn back to those snippets of grief to stir up melancholy in my heart. I crave time and attention from my people and yet when I have them around, all I can think about is pushing them away and being with myself. I say I have my life figured out but I don’t have the slightest clue as to what my life will look like after college. I hate staying here and I want an out but I can’t seem to put in efforts to escape. I honestly don’t know what mystery fog blurs my brain but I am unable to function like a normal person. But it’s okay maybe I will spend the rest of my life trying to figure me out.
