I cry for good reasons.

I cry oceans because I don’t know where my life is going, and it’s scary. Some people would see this as though it were a game, because life is so random that you have no idea what’s next. To me, this is terrifying because my future is so uncertain, and I’m turning 40 in a year and a half.

Everything is wrong. My job, my sense of belonging, everything. I just want my childhood back where everything was simple, and I had dreams that still had room to grow...and if I could go back with what I know now, I would change details about certain decisions I made just so I would end up more successful... Because THIS is not success. This is me settling for less. Failure.