crap

Have you ever felt incomplete. Like there's a hole unfilled inside of you and you're wondering all over, running your daily life, like an empty vessel, a pure lost container without it's soul.You just want to fill it with something.

And yet you don't even what suits for that something.

I feel empty, in a way.

It doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like childhood.

It taste like adulthood.

That every steps that I take people are pushing me to do things that I wouldn't imagine been doing 5 years ago.

People are pushing me to do the right thing.

I am picking up my responsibilities

I am acknowledging me.

As a growing teenager = adult.

Which ain't all fun.

So in a way I feel empty. Because my fillings before this was fun, rebel, stirring in my own way by my own definition. Having fun almost all the time. I mean that's me. 

Even if some might say that my definition of having fun is not really they're definition of having fun but it's okay. I mean my fun will be my fun I don't care what you think.

What am I babbling about, I don't know.

Basically I'm nervous. With all of this, life here is so unpredictable that every single move that I take rains with hundreds of possibilities.

Ain't that nerve-wrecking?