Brutally poignant and honest. Intensely human and soul-shredding, and it left me feeling empty, full, hopeless, and hopeful. It reminded me that I’m 25 years old and have no idea what I want to do with my future. The amount of possible directions to grow in is suffocating, it feels like there’s too many and not enough all at once. I feel stuck, I feel like there’s alternately not enough time in life and too much time. I feel like the worst person in the world sometimes for the decisions I make and the spiderweb of effects they cause. I’m just trying to stay true to myself even if I don’t know what that means. The best I can do is just be good to myself and those I care about and try not to lose myself in the struggle to understand myself and where I fit into the world. I just want to be a good person and make people happy, but I get too caught up thinking about the times I’ve done the opposite. I want to make the people I care about proud, but I don’t want to lose myself in the process. I don’t want to be the best person in the world, I just want to be a good person.