Today I found myself incredibly sad. A level of sadness that I hadn't felt for a long time.



My second year of college is about to start, and in two years I'm expected to be a fully independent adult. Despite that, I still haven't decided what I want to do with my life. It's not that I can't decide, it's that I just can't think of anything. What if I can't find a job? Or even worse, what if I end up stuck in a job that I don't like?



I feel pressured. To get a job, to be more social, to find a significant other. I think society is expecting me to do things I can't do. Or maybe I'm pressuring myself. Where do I draw the line?



I started learning Norwegian. I find upbeat songs to be the saddest. I feel alone.



I have friends to talk to, but I just can't express what I'm feeling in words. I have all these ideas going through my head at light-speed, and I'm the only one who will ever be able to understand them.



My life is a mess. But then again, that's adolescence. I'll just have to keep dancing on my own.