I feel so...undirected and incomplete. It's just a feeling that there's something that I'm missing out on, like there was a train that I was supposed to catch, but I thought I was supposed to take the next one, and now the trains aren't running anymore, and I've fallen behind. I think I was born in the wrong time period. Does anyone else ever feel that way? Maybe I was, and I enjoyed that much more and now I'm missing it. I know, I know, certifiably insane. That feeling of standing still and everything else rushing past me has come back.
I wish I still had you to talk to.