Are people always supposed to feel this way? So fucked up in the head. Like we don’t even know what’s going inside of us. So worried all the time about the future. About where we are in life. About if we’ve done enough. If it’s worth it to keep going. If we even matter. If we’re even getting anywhere. Is this how we’re supposed to feel all the time? Because I hate this. And it’s making me sick. I don’t want keep doing this.
Sometimes my mind feels so cluttered. Like string that’s impossible to untangle. There’s so much going on at once, and I don’t know what to do sometimes. And one of the worst parts is that it hits me out of no where. Like when I’m sitting in the car, looking out the window, or when I’m alone in my room listening to music. It suddenly hits me that there’s so much wrong with my life. And its frustrating. Realizing that you’re so messed up, and there’s so little time to fix any of it.