So the semester is almost over. My second semester of college
(technically really my third) and I find myself here, sitting in my
living room with a previously empty draft page, not knowing what to
write, but for some reason I feel compelled to. I suppose I've just been
feeling a little emotional lately. Who knows. Perhaps if I kept a more
updated blog it wouldn't be a huge mystery, but I don't find my life too
interesting to write about. Here I am at 19, a regular person, no
accomplishments, and nothing to offer.
What am I expecting of myself? What is interesting enough to even mention on the internet?
I'm not interesting. That is the problem. But I'm here. I'm here, and there's no reason to be here.
I'm consistently stuck in a loop between thinking I am the best person in the world, and the most worthless, and it's killing me.
