I'm confused. There is so much about myself that I just don't understand.

At the moment, I feel a melancholy mixture of joy, inspiration, regret, apathy, dread, restlessness, and contentedness.

How can this be?

Sometimes (most of the time) life is overwhelming. But that's ok. It's a good reminder of just how needy I am.

Now, if I could just learn to spend more time seeking those things that I need....