What of it...

I still come here. I guess. I still use this journal as an escape. My friends use other journaling systems now, and this one has been long forgotten. But I seek refuge here. Refuge for my thoughts. For myself.

What of it? What of this world? What does it all mean?

Things of this nature, confusing things, are running through my head over and over and over again.

I'm so...I don't know what I am.

Lost
Confused
Inspired
Distraught
Gloomy
Angry
Selfish
Disgusted

I'm lost in thought.
Confused about myself.
Inspired to be my best.
Distraught because of my confusion which was lost in thought.
Gloomy because I am distraught.
Angry because I don't know so much about myself.
Selfish because I think of no one else that deserves my thoughts more than these issues do.
-Disgusted at what I've become.

So what of it?