I'm just kind of a bit depressed recently... Thought I'd take this chance to attempt to vent, and figure out some things here, as best I can. I don't intend this to be emo, and I honestly doubt that anyone will actually read it, so it has the effect of me talking to the wind, but whatever...

I post this for self reflection, not any kind of response.

As I think about my life, more an more each day, I'm coming to the point where I realize that I am not happy with what I see... It's not so much that I've failed in life, just that I've failed to do anything, or become something... I know I'm still young, but this is definitely not where I planned on being by this time...

I've also come to the conclusion that I have very few talents... I can't really draw or do art... I can't really write... Hell, I can't even admin a site (knuxadow.net has been down for at least 6 months already)...

I like to think that I'm good with computers, and programming and such, but in reality, my skills are mediocre at best... I can't do anything but procrastinate, and some days it's difficult to even get out of bed...

I work a dead end job as a cashier for a bookstore, and fight for my job daily by selling discount cards, which is hard enough when people don't want to spend extra on things...

I've not been able to get any of my Certifications... I've dropped out of college... Hell, I think I barely made it though High School...

I can't finish anything that I start... I've got projects that I've been working on for years, and they're still not anywhere near 'in progress"...

I just look at myself, and I'm disappointed in what I see, but I don't have the ability to change anything... I'd just rather sit here and sulk, laying in bed all day...

I know I'm being all melodramatic, and emo, but that's not really the point... At least I don't think so... I guess that I'm just disappointed that I'm not really good at anything... I'm a jack of all trades, and a master of none...

I don't really talk to any of my friends anymore... Hell, I just stay couped up in my room... I don't go downstairs... It's not my home down there... I don't feel comfortable down there...

This room is my sanctuary, and my prison...

*sigh*

I guess I just don't know what else to say...

Well, life... You've beat me... Universe, you've won...

I just don't know what to do anymore... I have no reason to continue, and yet I do... Without any justification... And, I'll likely continue, strictly out of habit...

I'm a slave of the machine, and have no way to free myself...

Damnit, life sucks right now... :C