why do i always feel the need to go out there, further than i already am, to be "things" and do "stuff"? as if what i'm doing is never nearly enough.
"it really isn't," she thought to herself.
everything i do feels so sub-par, borderline useless. making bold passionate moves is difficult, and making realistic decisions is discouraging. must i settle? or do i just say "fuck everyone, i do what i want"? wouldn't that just be taking selfishness to a whole another level? i know there are certain sacrifices i need to make to keep the peace in my reality, but how much do put up with at this point?