i dont know what i want to do with my life.
as i get older this becomes more of a concern.
someone asked the other day "is ryan happy at insomnia?"
whoever it was asked my roomate.
i am glad this person didnt ask me.
i didnt want to respond "no, but not so much because of insomnia. i wasnt happy in carlsbad, nor at trinity. i am just unhappy"
i dont know why i am unhappy
or what i can do to fix it.
i dont know why i have so many questions
and why i became angry when someone told me i'd be a good minister.
i dont know why i am pulling myself away from people again
or why my newest aspiration is to jump the next amtrack to chicago.
come to think of it, i know very little right now
if anything at all.
Jesus, i know i have asked this so many times before, but please help me.
4:07 p.m. - 2003-04-16
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