#whywontmyheadshutup

[eventually-theworldwillchange]

word vomit

I'm sick of not knowing. I'm sick of not knowing where my life is going, what I want to do with my life, who I am. I'm sic of not knowing when the constant whirring of my brain will shut the fuck up and finally let me sleep. I want to know when I'll stop imagining stupid scenarios that leave me in a vulnerable panicked state. When can I stop hiding how I really feel from people - I'm sick of putting on a front and not saying shit like it is. I want to know who I am and why I'm here. I'm sick of not knowing what the point of my life is. If everything just stopped right here right now what would actually happen? Nothing. There is no point to my life and I'm just sick of waking up, going to work, going back to bed. I feel like I'm wasting my time and I don't even know how much time I have to waste. There's so much that I want to do but there's so much holding me back.I just don't know, and I'm sick of it.