Trapped

I think I've officially hit my quarter-life crisis. I feel like I've run out of time. I'm well past my due date for a lot of things. I always thought I'd be out of school and married by now.

So much for that, on both counts.

Maybe I'm just in a funk. The world seems very oppressive and alien to me lately -- I know what I want, but the means to get there seem insurmountable, and I've been paralyzed by pathetic nostalgia. I was so happy, and so blind. How do people deal with this shit? I've tried to consume myself with work; It just makes me tired, and turns my home into a disgusting hovel. I don't have the time, space, or energy to create the art that I want to. I loathe that the root of my problem is money. I owe a lot of it, and I'm only making enough to make ends meet... maybe a little more. I can't pay off my various debts, let alone pursue the kind of quality of life that I so desperately want.

I am lost.