One day at a time

Was it only me who felt this way?

Did I only feel this way?

How would I even describe it?

An emptiness? Sense of neglect?

Who knew? I often question my daily actions. No routine, someone to talk to, places to go, important responsibilities to take care of.

I just...well...I'm unsure of myself. Am I depressed? No.

You're probably thinking: "if you're going through such actions or emotions in your life that you questions what exactly is the problem, then you most likely are."

However I know I'm not depressed. Anti-social? An understatement. I believe I put myself in this position because, well, less drama? I like a small bubble. I only felt the need of my own company. I understood myself. Sometimes. I knew what I wanted and needed and approached them when and how I wanted.

Picky? Most definitely. As a matter of fact. I quiet find myself difficult to handle on my own. Nothing is never good enough. I'm not talking right size or perfect shade of color.

This is not a case of OCD.

It's just frustrating. Complicated. No proper word to explain.

I'll figure it out somehow.

One day at a time...