I'm Messing Up The Things That Matter
As far as the course of my life goes... This is the best I've ever been. Yet I still feel a deep, strong sense that I'm making some very major mistakes.
I don't know how to pay taxes, I can't work up the courage to talk to the one professor who's class I'm failing, and worst of all, I've been almost completely out of touch with the people I care about.
Yet things are good too. I'm working jobs I absolutely love, living in a place that's flexible and has space for me to pursue most of my interests, and I've found a town where I'm thriving instead of dying.
But it can't just be good. There's always more wrongs to right, I guess that's just how things are, but it doesn't necessarily make it okay.










