"To be an adult is to be alone." - Jean Rostand

What I miss most about my life past is having somebody to talk to. There was always somebody, but not anymore. I've been going through some stuff lately, and I've been internalizing all the frustration, which isn't healthy.

Who can I talk to? I never felt comfortable confiding in my parents about the bad stuff, lest they worry too much (many lessons learned from that). My sister, bless her heart, is still too young to understand what I'm going through. My close friends from NC ... the reality is that time does break down those brotherly bonds, whether we want them to or not. An ex who I've remained close to throughout the years ... can't get too close (obviously). My problems are very deeply rooted in my job, so that eliminates anybody at work.

The problem with the way I've approached life is that when I don't feel fulfillment at work, there's nothing else. And those small little troublesome bubbles from work balloon into personal problems - to the point I've even been questioning my humanity (sounds totally emo and lame, I know... shut up). I'm either completely happy or completely miserable. I can take the misery as long as I have the happiness, but the happiness has been far and few in between.

Corey said he likes my journal because it's so open - I'd say the openness is a reflection on the fact that this is my only avenue of venting, which is pretty pathetic if you think about it.

So for all of you reading out there who have people to talk to ... don't take it for granted.

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