The last time I wrote was when I came back from my trip to Malaysia. Which, since then, I have officially graduated, seen Ed Sheeran and went to LA. Most of which does not satisfy anything to make me feel any better as a person. I've been rotting away for the past one and a half months since graduation, ashamed of the fact that I'm not ready to grow up. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I wish I knew. I wish someone would just tell me, or I'd wake up and finally know. Because this is frustrating. Not knowing and not understanding the whole point of anything. Usually, I'd write better content at three thirty in the morning, but I've just been lifeless for the longest time it doesn't matter anymore.
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