iām so sad lmao!!! i donāt know what to do with myself!!!!

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iām so sad lmao!!! i donāt know what to do with myself!!!!
whyyyyyy is lifeeeeee so weirddddddd
iām so fucking tired. im extremely depressed and i dont know what to do anymore.Ā
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I feel like I need something else. I need to do other things. Maybe Iāll go back to school.
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I came really fucking close to getting a job I wanted really badly but ended up getting beat out by one person because they previously interned at the company...Iām so frustrated and angry and disappointed right now I could scream. Iām stuck in a job thatās just okay and Iām afraid Iām never going to be truly happy and Iām never going to get to do what I truly want. I came so close, so close, and for nothing. I wish I was happy.
I feel so uncreative. Sometimes I want to start writing and building up a portfolio, but I have no idea what to write about or where to start or how to do that. And Iām not sure thatās what I truly want either. I like the idea of being a freelance writer, although one main reason for that is it would give me a way to move out of nyc without losing my creative edge. If that makes any sense. I donāt know, Iām trying to just let my stream of consciousness go without editing myself because thatās what I always do and then get stuck. I always wanted to be an editor because even though I like to write and think Iām good at it when I try, it was never something I saw as a viable option for a career. I think Iām better at reading than writing. Iām thinking about going back to school though. Maybe for an MFA in poetry. Because, for some reason, poetry seems a little bit more in my wheelhouse than say, a novel. Or maybe Iāll try writing short stories again. I donāt know. Itās like I keep waiting for myself to feel better and not depressed to start doing things, but itās a never-ending cycle. I donāt know how to start and I also donāt know if I really, actually want to, or I just feel like I HAVE to. I donāt know!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THEY WANTED ME/TO BE A MAN/THEY WANTED ME TO BECOME ONE OF THEM/STRAIGHT AND REPRESSED/EMOTIONS GROTESQUE/READY FOR WAR AND THE CUBICLE DESK/STRAIGHT AMERICA YOU WONāT RUIN ME!/SPORTS AND TV INDOCTRINATE THE KIDS/SEEMS SO SIMPLE/āCAUSE IT IS/THEY TOLD US TO DIE/WE CHOSE TO LIVE/THEY TOLD US TO DIE BUT WE CHOSE TO LIVE/STRAIGHT AMERICA YOU WONāT RUIN ME!/SICK AMERICAN DREAM/COMBATING/THE CRAP/BAD GIRLS HAVE EACH OTHERS BACKS/LINED LIPS/SPIKED BATS/GOTTA TAKE FEMININITY BACK
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