another birthday has passed which means it's time for another yearly, very critical, self-hatred performance review. & let me tell you i didn't do so good this time around

I'm 22 years old now and have realized that i don't have any goals or real hobbies. i haven't done anything with myself since i graduated highschool except for work work work. no wonder I'm so miserable all of the time

i just feel as if I've been completely wasting all my time doing nothing. i don't even know what i want in life. I've never known. I've just been repeating the same shit every day for some time now.

this all seemed more justified inside my head but now reading it all typed out it just seems fucking pathetic

this is why i dont normally write my thoughts out. i always feel more stupid afterwards

i can't ever stay focused for shit and I'm always worried about this or that and overthinking everything when all the shit i panic about doesn't ever matter. why can't I just chill the fuck out and enjoy my time here?? man this sucks

i should probably end this with some edgey meme to lighten the mood on this thread but honestly I'm just not feeling it. I'm truly just tired