I tend to see complaining to people as weakness sometimes, so I'll prefer to let out what's in me here, cause no one sees it anyway.

the thing is that, I don't know what I want to do with my life, I'm lost, literally lost, not like emos who love to exaggerate every tiny piece of their normal lives into gigantic problems, but I really I'm clueless. See, I entered this college, purposeless, I didn't join it because I love it, I joined because I was running away from a different college and so I went through college, visionless -if that's a word- and I reached a level of indifference that I'm unaware of the consequences of what I'm doing -or not doing to be precise.