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  <title>feel the fear and do it anyway</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2024 01:22:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Howdy</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;hello journal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I tried to ask myself the questions you ask when trying to get to know someone. I realized I don&apos;t know anything about me. I think I have so much desire to be profound and intelligent and impressive and sexy that I am paralyzed. I have never been so stagnant. The last 6 months of my life have been some of the most miserable, and I was fully complicit. I am working a 9-5 job, after college. I am about to begin law school applications in October, and (theres a gun in my mouth as I type this) I am moving back to my home town to save money for that whole endeavor. I dont know where I want to go, what I want to do. I feel this extreme sense of envy for every single other life that I wont live, and I get stuck in this maladaptive-daydreaming hell where I think about the best possible versions of my life and in turn; I do nothing. I feel so lost and unmotivated and just DEEPLY dissatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these plans, dreams of being a polygot, a roller derby champ, a kickball captain i dont know man. I just want to have passion, a spark. I have this big fear of starting things. its like i know i would love to do something, i know the scientific reasons behind why i would feel better if i did something, but instead i just want to push it off. as long as i can. im not too sure what im looking for on this platform, and honestly im not quite sure how it works even but i think i just need to say my piece man. i like the idea of someone maybe hearing it, somehow. i hope to share my deepest darkest fears with you, you compelling little chasm of anonymity. and i hope that this is like a sick documentation of my dope ass evolution where i become a super-star gymnast or learn how to swallow swords. or just become a lawyer. at least that. tomorrow i guess ill introduce myself a little better, but for now i am drinking my diet coke and watching betty la fea, dreaming about all the things that the hotter version of me would be doing (but remaining sat). ok goodnight void. toodles &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=indigolivia&amp;ditemid=291&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <category>personal</category>
  <category>first post</category>
  <category>metamorphosis</category>
  <category>growth (maybe?)</category>
  <lj:music>nothing matters - the last dinner party</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>complacent</lj:mood>
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