LogFAQs > #946345292

It could be going better, perhaps. Sure, I haven't got a job, nor have I got a place of my own to live. But I've come to the realization recently, that immersed as I am in my own self-pity and misery, I generally am not able to contemplate the sorrow of others. Hence, it has not even crossed my mind that there are other people in the world who have it much harder than I do. I am not sure if this makes me feel better or worse. In any case, I've also learned to stop feeling sorry for myself as often as I do. My troubles are not as unique as I picture them to be. For after all, I am not the only person in the world who has at one point, graduated college and confessed to themselves that they has no idea of what profession to pursue with their degree, or without it; and certainly, I'm not the only person in the world who feels like they are alone all the time. But it does not change the fact that I have been feeling more and more lost with each passing day, nor does it help alleviate this feeling of utter blankness I have been getting accustomed to for over a month, now. I've no clue where I want to be, nor any clue as to what profession I wish to pursue. I have been trying to pursue hobbies and build up some of my skills in some vague hope that I might be someday marketable as a worker. Sometimes, though, I don't feel like these endeavors serve any real purpose, which is why I have been trying to convince myself to do them out of joy and not out of obligation. All the same, trying to convince myself that I'm having fun when I'm doing something isn't doing favors for my emotional health; sometimes, I've no energy to do anything at all. Anyway, things could be better and they could also be worse. I'm not really sure what how to feel about that, as I've said.
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Number XII: Larxene.
The Organization's Savage Nymph.