I'm not depressed and I can enjoy things and people but I'm always unhappy. I'm always thinking I'm wasting my life but I don't know what I want or what to do differently. The more I think about where i am and what i'm doing, the more I wish i was somewhere else doing something different. I bounce around, taking interest in one thing only to find I'd rather be doing another. And all the while, as I look this way and that, beneath the surface is an ever-present, undeniable dissapointment in everything I see and everyone I meet.