I feel like my life has no direction and that I’m going to amount to nothing. No one in my life knows how unhappy I am. They don’t know that I cut. They don’t know that I think about stepping off the curb when we’re waiting for the light to change. They don’t know that I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
They already have all these plans. Doctor, environmentalist, musician, journalist. I don’t know what I want, and it terrifies me that time is passing so quickly.