Do any of you ever get the feeling that you'll never be happy in life and will only be at most, content? Well I'm not happy with being merely content!
Life seems like a series of calculated deliberations and nothing I do surprises myself anymore. Nothing at all surprises me and I start to wonder where the spark and passion has gone. Somewhere along the way I've lost it and forgotten to live and I've become a puppeteer clutching at broken strings. Sometimes I wish I could be angry just so I'd know that I feel something... but I suppose I reserve all hatred for myself.
I'm not a negative person but I'm aware I've been somewhat depressed in the last 6 months. My flatmates/friends/classmates don't really notice because I do a good job at hiding it and I don't easily open up to people or wear my heart on my sleeve.
Sorry about the emo post but I guess that's what this thread is for!
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