some truths

I feel disconnected from my past.

I don't always listen to people as well as I could.

I want to be totally at ease with another human being.

I can never finish work because I have horrible work habits.

I often think that I am a sham--some people for some reason think highly of me despite the fact that I've not completed anything of real significance.

I may not have the capabilities to do the only kinds of things that could give my life meaning.

All the worrying I do isn't worth much if I don't do anything with my life.

I fear that I will never live the kind of life I want to live.

Sometimes, when I think about all the things I could do with my life, nothing seems important enough to be worth doing.

I do not know what to do with my life.

I miss my father.

I expect too much out of people and situations and often end up disappointed.

I expect every moment to be extraordinary--I need every moment to be extraordinary for it to seem worthwhile--but life is not constantly extraordinary.

I do not feel like an adult.

I feel days slipping away from me now and I fear I am not living them well enough.

I worry that the only way to be truly content is to detach yourself from desire, but I do not have the courage to try this.

I am going to sleep.