I'm frustrated. With life, with people, with me. I've had a week to write a 400-600 word paper (which shouldn't be bad) and I'm still stuck on it. This isn't for lack of trying.
It's hard not really have much purpose or direction in life. It's hard feeling stuck and helpless and unable to help other people. It's hard missing family and friends and having nothing to do. It's just hard. I regret moving, every day. Some things are different, some things are the same. You can't substitute some things. Cats don't take the place of little sisters, no matter how much they curl up in your lap and cuddle. You can't make up for the noise of a family with music. Cooking for one is so much different than cooking for 9. It's quite depressing, actually. I'd rather want a few minutes of quiet than always be lonely. I'd rather feel like I had some stability and plans in my life than just wander through the time with no direction...I'd rather have the friendships that I had a year ago.
"they say you never know what you got til it's gone.."
