I really don’t understand anything. And I really don’t like that. I don’t understand the meaning of life, I don’t understand the changing of my emotions, the seasons as they change, what love is, what is healthy for my body and soul, what the point of anything is at all.

I wonder what stage in life this is — I could imagine some emo 16 year olds having the same thoughts I am having now, but it really is just frustrating. I am almost so willingly clueless, and sure that I don’t understand it, that perhaps, I actually do understand it.

My head goes in circles.

The only moments that exist for me are those elated moments of making music.

I don’t know who I am or what I’m meant to be.

It’s always changing, what I find satisfying, meaningful — my dreams.. I wish I could enjoy the ride a little more.

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