Somehow, I'm always disappointed. Not with them. But with myself. They're always off in some urban corner of the US, or traveling the world exploring exotic countries. And I'm like...
What the heck?
I'm living in some small hick town going to a state college, changing my major constantly because I can't figure out what makes me happy.
Am I going the wrong way?
I mean, when I look through these people's pictures, they look so happy. Doing all of these fun things, and hanging out with people they seem to love.
But then I look at my pictures...
And honestly...
I look like I'm having the time of my freaking life.
Seriously. I do all kinds of crazy things. And I'm always taking pictures of them. I look like life couldn't be better in every single image. Like there is nothing I'd rather be doing that what I'm doing at those moments. To be truthful, I have way more exciting pictures than those other people.
So if one of them were to look at my pictures, they'd probably be thinking the same things I think about them (if you ignore the 'place of study' spot in my information). "Wow. She looks really happy. Like she's having the time of her life."
But like... I'm not.
I don't feel happy at all. I feel alone and lost and confused. Like theres nobody there for me, and I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. So whats with these pictures?
And when that thought comes to mind... I think about those people. They look so happy in their pictures, with their friends and their far-off schools. But are they really happy? What if they're only happy in the pictures? What if they're really lonely? What if they regret leaving home?
We're all regretting different things, I think. Or, maybe not regretting... thats a little harsh. We just feel sad. Why are we so sad? Why do those pictures make us look so happy?
Theres no conclusion to this post.
Why the hell am I crying?
