In the short years i have lived so far, i have found life to be a series of random interactions and conversations. People define you on these.

I worry a lot that the impression i give people is of someone disinterested and drab. I am not those things, but proving this to people would require effort. Something i seem to lack.

My life is stuck. I feel terrible because i have no future prospects, yet i do nothing but complain. Life is what you make it, i know. I know exactly what i want to make it, but no real way of doing so is clear to me.

Life is.... Aaah, i don't know. Something or other.