2016-06-27 - 9:32 p.m.
I thought I was done with this diary. But, guess not. I don't wanna use any of my handwritten journals either right now.
I feel sad and done. I feel totally done with this great undertaking to face all my fears and find out what I'm really made of, what I'm capable of, how strong I am, and the greatness I can be. I feel like I've done it all already.
I've faced my fears and don't really have any left.
I've done amazing things against unbelievable odds.
Now here I am.
And life is really great, it's just depressing living with my parents now. Quietly, softly lightly depressing. I'm at peace with it, but it's depressing. And I'm just sick of it. Sick of the sickness. Studying Dharma and science like I've been doing has been wonderful, but I seem to wanna do something else now. Something where I don't have to live with family, but I also don't have to leave DC. Something meaningful. That contributes positively to the world. Something I won't get bored of or sick of.
I dunno. I guess the crumbs of sweetness I get will have to do.
