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I'd like to be happy again before/after And here I am, clunking around again. I don't even have a plan, or anything to say. I just feel...lousy. Like my emotional cup is full and any little thing added makes it spill out a little on the edges. Like a cup of coffee that you put just a little too much in, then you add cream. Boom, fucked. I hate failure. I hate screwing up. I can say that with certainty. I'm still searching for myself. Still trying to find my niche. Still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe I miss communing or connecting. But when you see the agendas of people around you...it becomes difficult, you know? I'm definitely not happy.
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