The world starts to shrink before my eyes. I look back at what i've done and find nothing but mediocre results. Is it really worth it anymore? Will I ever be good enough? I feel as useful as a flashlight with dead batteries in the middle of the street during a black out. And it would be so easy to just leave. Theres nothing for me here, I wish I could just move on. This feeling of being stuck in place, no moving forward, no moving back. Forever just in the middle. I think that one day I may be happy with myself but the day after day, I don't feel like i'm getting anywhere. I overwhelm myself with these material things, but am I any happier? It might look like it but it's fake, don't believe everything you see.
Maybe I should go to sleep.
