Life feels odd these days. I feel as though I’m not living. What would help? I’m not quite sure. Just writing to document my days. What is the point of life? Who knows? I miss my friends. I miss life. I guess writing a blog post each day make me think a lot. Life is passing me by and I don’t feel like I’m living. I want to feel as though I’ve made an impact? Is there such a thing as a single person making an impact? I’m not sure. It’s hard. Feeling so significant, or rather, wanting to be significant while feeling so insignificant. How? How do I live with that? I can’t really explain. I’ve never been good at explaining my complex thoughts. It’s difficult. How do you put concepts, feelings, emotions, abstract ideas – into words? How do I do that? How do I live? I haven’t felt this way in a while, maybe 8 years. But I’m getting older and the weight of all the life I haven’t lived is pushing me down. I feel like I’ll never be ready to die. I’m afraid I’ll never feel I’ve lived enough life.