I’m Freaking FINE
I’m beginning to feel lost. I have no grounds for saying such a thing considering most everything in my life is going well. Job is fine, friends are fine, writing is fine, new boyfriend is fine. Everything is just freaking fine. Doesn’t that mean I should quit my whining and enjoy all the fine-ness?
The thing is there are so many things going on in my life pulling me in different directions that I don’t know how to do it all anymore. There’s so much going on that I’m stuck. At this rate I’m afraid that I’ve spread myself out so thin trying to do everything that I’ll wind up with a whole lot of nothing.
Meanwhile I’m wallowing in self-imposed nothingness. It’s nauseating.
