Having a hard time in America.

What is my contribution to society? Where can my influence or impact be traced? I have lived a short and uninteresting line with few branches or major deviations. Although new growth isn't necessarily impossible or frowned upon within the confines of my day to day, it is nevertheless being stifled with the pressing matters of practicality and money and comfortability.

Don't worry, guys. I'm sure this existential freakout will pass in due time. I'll be smiling behind my desk, showering spoonfuls of bullshit into my morning coffee, slathering on the façade of happy as my routine encompasses any real morsel of life left in me.

Oh boy. Well, I made a playlist to suit this self-deprecating pit I've dug for myself. It is aptly titled, "Wallowing." Have fun with it, kids. It's a real club banger.

I need drastic change. And I want to be strong enough to do it. Okay bye.