I didn’t realize how unhappy I am until yesterday. I had wishes for misery on another person. Not really wishes I guess but more that I wasn’t alone in mine. She was talking about her life and unhappiness and I liked it. I feel so ashamed but it’s the truth. So I am doubly unhappy with myself. What does that say about me?
Ultimately that I need to make some changes. I need a backbone and just do what’s inevitable. Life has choices and consequences. Why does the thought of making a real choice send me into panic mode? Ugh fml