I still care about all of the things I should have gotten over months ago. Every time I think I have something figured out, it changes on me again and I'm back to square one. I still panic about my future and don't always know which direction I should be going. The four friends I see on a regular basis now mean so much more to me than all of the friends I used to have in high school. I'm still not used to working full time. I feel like I should have a better handle on my emotions and the way I handle things. I still mess up time and time again and really wish I didn't. Even the simplest things seem impossibly hard. There are weeks where the only socializing I can commit to is laying with friends in mine or their beds. I watch a lot of Netflix while wishing I was doing something productive. I write a lot of lists of things I should do but never seem to have the time to do them. I'm trying my hardest to be the best possible version of myself.
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying.