For the past few nights, I've been watching a search light swirl across a gloomy sky.
There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt.
I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now...
but I can't help but look forward to where it's going."
It just reminds me...
I feel as if I implicated my own demise. I'm failing 3 classes, I failed getting a better job, and I fear I will fail at yet another consecutive relationship. Everything is going to swell into one giant ball of doom.
I try. I really do. I still feel lost after planning to get better things for myself, and there is no plan B.
music: Nine Inch Nails - A Warm Place