Diary of a Twenty-Something

In search of fulfillment.

All my friends are sad, which makes me sad as well. All my friends are scared to admit it too, as am I. Perhaps in fear that saying it out loud makes them sound ungrateful or that confessing that the unpleasant voice inside their head has merit relegates some sort of black mark on their personhood. The dredge feels endless; and for all we know it is. As…