Dear Diary, I feel like I am actually empty. I don’t really remember my childhood or high school days. I’ve been hoped people I was friends with contact me after graduation but it’s always me to send them texts. And they seem like they are not interested in seeing me anymore. Was I that kind of person?
I felt urge to start find myself last night and started journaling. It was difficult to write about deep themes so I just wrote easy ones for several lines. Just to write several lines on my phone. But I need to start somewhere.
My partner says I am special person and even told me all of their life decisions are made for meeting me. That makes me cry because I had no idea why they feel in that way.
I even had no idea what I want for my birthday. I don’t know what I want to do this weekend. Am I just tired then if it leaves can I come up with ton of ideas?
I’m so envious of people with obsessions or something they can be enthusiastic about. I don’t really have any.