I seek constant reassurance about my future from people who are probably in a worse position than i am to judge my circumstances, i whine about almost everything in life and i'm a glutton for attention.

Twenty three years havent taught me much, you'd reckon.

I feel unsure. I feel restless. I feel listless. But most of all i feel tired. Its not the ‘oh, why don’t you take a break, go on vacation,’ tired. It’s more the ‘sans passion, sans love, sans inspiration, sans direction’; tired.

I believe obscurity comes with it.