Why am I here?
Now my mum has basically said she doesn't want me to keep asking her for advice. Which...I mean - fine? I guess.
I'm not going to sit and complain about people because I know nobody wants to hear it.
It's not productive anyway.
I don't know what the problem is.
Life just keeps not being the way I expect it to be.
People aren't as kind or as patient or as joyful or fun as I expect, life is harder than I expect, life is lonlier than it should be...
Finding fun or joy is so hard.
I am grateful that my country isn't at war, and my loved ones are safe and so on...
but is the bar really that low?
God is real I think.
But I don't see him anywhere.
I'm not going to sit and complain about people because I know nobody wants to hear it.
It's not productive anyway.
I don't know what the problem is.
Life just keeps not being the way I expect it to be.
People aren't as kind or as patient or as joyful or fun as I expect, life is harder than I expect, life is lonlier than it should be...
Finding fun or joy is so hard.
I am grateful that my country isn't at war, and my loved ones are safe and so on...
but is the bar really that low?
God is real I think.
But I don't see him anywhere.