I ditched my classes on Friday to go to the Met. I saw paintings of the Virgin Mary and thought about how she gave birth to Jesus. And what had I been doing?
Overwhelmed and upset, I took a walk in the part where I stumbled upon a man with 6 dogs of the same breed. I asked to take a photo, and the man said yes. I went on walking and didn't think about anything at all.
But I was so sad. You can never seem to escape that feeling until you do, and then you feel stupid for ever feeling it at all. I felt like crying and crying and I would've liked to scream because I felt lost and like my life had no direction and nothing was ever going my way. And I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing and I don't know what I want and I just want someone to answer me. I want someone to have an answer and it didn't feel like even God had an answer. Or maybe I just don't know what I'm asking.
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