music + love + friendships + career + art + education + money + health + residence + dreams + responsibilities + future = mass fucking hysteria and confusion in the brain area.
Life heartily enjoys bestowing on me the stark contrast between pure bliss and utter misery. I guess romancing several loves in this life leads to a great deal of conflict when they all vie for attention. And I realize the cliché solution is to work towards my own happiness and not worry about anyone else, but that would require actually understanding what I really want out of life.
I am truly at a loss this time.
I will run around in circles until I wear one leg shorter than the other, like some dilapidated compass, swinging around and leaving broken arcs in its wake.