Why do I feel this way? Is there any path to becoming someone entirely different from who I am now? I’m not old enough to carry the weight of endless stories or life lessons, yet somehow I feel as if I’ve lived far beyond my years. Is this what everyone in their late twenties feels, or is it just my mind turning life into a tangle of disappointment and quiet frustration? It’s humiliating to admit, but I’m not happy when I think about the direction I’m heading—and sometimes I wonder if I ever will be.
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