What Am I Even Doing With My Life

There's something wrong with my brain. There has to be. This isn't how normal people act. Normal people know what they want and they know if they can get it or not. Right? I don't know what I want and I don't know how to find out. All I know is that about half the time, I'm the happiest motherfucker this side of the universe. The other half, I'm in a spiraling downfall of depression and darkness. Guess what time it is? Yep. I've spent the last fucking week thinking about how I will never achieve my dreams. I will never be on a stage. I will never have a fan. I will never do what I love. I will never do it. This entire blog post is making me sick now. Bye.