Shit.

Well! Not much of a blogger, am I?

I used to think that if I’m angry, I should just exhaust myself to get rid of all the negative energy. What I’ve found, however, is that, when worn out, I feel worse than I did before; in fact, I feel MISERABLE. What’s even more awful about this is that I can’t rant or scream or kick things. All I can do, when miserable, is mope. And I hate moping.

I don’t understand. I’ve successfully relocated from one continent to another, I graduated from a more-than-decent university, I’ve submitted my grad school application, and I have fantastic friends and family–and yet, somehow, I feel more confused than I was when I was born.