it's been awhile but this will be short.
i feel dissatisfaction with parts of my life. i know my life is wonderful and i'm thankful for everything and everyone in it. i ask myself what i want and i don't know. i have absolutely no idea what i want because i have no idea what i need. maybe i already have everything i need. but nothing i want.
contentment is funny. it's fickle and short-lived. when you get something you want, you don't want it anymore. it's almost as if i live my life meaning to do a lot of things but never going through with it.
i don't feel sad. i don't feel happy. i'm not angry or hurt or lonely. i don't feel anything. which is what i find most odd.
that's all.
I know that feeling. Or rather, that lack of feeling. Because quite honestly, I feel it all the time. Or, I don't. I hate how complex not feeling can feel..
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