I have to say something...
I am a work-aholic.
I know I work a lot. I thrive off it. It's a bad addiction.
I know that when I'm at work and doing what I seem to do well I "fake it with confidence" very well. I like having responsibility, doing things for others and learning.
There's a reason for it.
For why I stay busy.
I can't handle being alone.
I don't know what to do with myself, my thoughts...me.
I know I'm not happy with my life, I'm no where NEAR where I'd be by this point.
I'm going to be 27 in a few weeks, and while I know to a lot of people it's young, but as my little brother says---YOU'RE OLD!!!
I would at least like to be on my own, not living in the garage above my dad's man-cave. I would like to have a career I could survive on and someone special in my life.
I know those are pretty typical complaints of twenty-somethings all over but to me...well it's a lot.
I feel like I'm finally getting slightly more comfortable in my own skin, but there's definitely something missing.
I keep thinking I know what "something" is but when I think I figure it out and fill it....it's still empty.
I hate being alone...I told you that right?
