Call.

Feeling like I'm heading to ground zero again. Rock bottom again. 

Feeling it. But I would like to... quickly hit it. So that I get enough strength for my rebound. 

Existential crisis. Again(?)

I hate it when people talk to me like they know how to live my life better than I do. 

I had this happen before. And it shouldn't happen again. I hate when others think they know it better than me. About how I could live my life better and hint that their way would be better for me. 

I hate when my voice gets drowned out and theirs come in. I hate that I let it happen. 

Confidence at an all time Low again. 

This solitary moment makes me want to come back home.