I feel…lost. Like I am stuck in this fucking hamster wheel spinning and spinning and spinning. I mean I look good from the exercise and all but at what cost? I feel like I am waiting for this epic moment to just happen and drag me off my wheel- like direction and purpose is going to shoot down from the sky and knock me on my ass. Then I think what if it doesn’t? What if I will always live in this cage? Rhetorical questions. This is what happens when I listen to Nirvana and Bush all day.