I keep thinking that everything I'm doing, that everything I have done is all for naught.
I think I'm at that point again where I'm losing my way and this is probably a huge part of why I'm so damn depressed.
I just feel this huge void coming my way.
But I can't help but wonder, would I be feeling the same way if I had gone on to grad school and gotten my Masters in creative writing? Is what I'm feeling now something I would've felt after grad school?
Yes and yes. And that's what I hate the most. Because I know if I were to hope into grad school now, I'd be putting off the unavoidable; this void that is soon to come my way and turn my world upside down.
I just hate not knowing, not having something to cling to. I know what I want, but I also know I need something stable to live.
I just want that something to give some peace of mind. Because I'm just so close to just letting go and letting this void eat me alive.



