Some days I feel like I will never find peace. I could dispense with this melodrama. I don't know if I am waiting for someone or something to affirm that there is really something wrong. I feel like I have lost my sense of self. This time it is my future and I don't know what to do, where I will go, am I good enough. I feel like I am becoming a burden to the people I care most about. It is a fight between this need for sympathy/empathy and my desire to be on my own. But I am now too tired to even think. Like a cloud had descended. Like a wave of inertia.