Saturday, February 14, 2004
I've been thinking a lot about death. And life. And living for God (how do you do it?) and living for self. I've come to the conclusion that I spend all my time doing absolutely nothing of importance. I feel useless. I want to make a difference so badly it hurts.
I'm not depressed or anything. I just feel rather worthless. I want to do so many things, but I don't work towards them. I want to make friends but I don't try. I want to be anywhere except where I am, but I don't get up and walk away. In short, I'm inertia personified, and it galls.
I'm not depressed or anything. I just feel rather worthless. I want to do so many things, but I don't work towards them. I want to make friends but I don't try. I want to be anywhere except where I am, but I don't get up and walk away. In short, I'm inertia personified, and it galls.
