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I am lost in my own infinite confusion. I can’t even decipher my own feelings anymore. Am I happy? Am I sad? Do I have feelings for someone? Do I not have feelings for anyone? Am I excited about making changes in my life or am I actually dreading it? Who am I what am I doing what do I want You’re an apprehensive asshole Robyn. Stop.
Let it go.
Let it go. Let it go. Let it go.
As of late:
I’ve been feeling completely and utterly exhausted. I have a migraine that feels as if my skull is on fire nearly every day. Sleeping has become a struggle once again. Eating, the same. It’s as if my mental and physical health made a pact to jump ship at the same time. But who needs ‘em anyway, right? We live in a world full of things to be happy about with plenty of...
I've hit a wall.
I push myself to an extreme extent with everything I’m involved in. I put my heart and soul into every task, job, endeavor, and relationship but I am starting to wonder why. Is it worth it in the end? Is it worth constantly feeling completely drained, exhausted and spent? I give so much of myself, but I always seem to feel like I still haven’t done enough. I don’t know my own...