my entire life, i've pressured myself into living the life i thought i was supposed to be leading. and now at this point, there is no "supposed to." i don't have to life any one particular way or another. and it's a rude awakening. i'm jealous of other people who do run around, partying their lives away. but i don't want to be one of them. is there something wrong with me in that? i still can't let go of the feeling that i'm not good enough, cool enough, i'm not normal. despite the fact that i feel the world is at my fingertips. why do all my questions have to be so impossible?