I am never able to find the right outlet for my negativity in the past few years. When I was young, it was venting through blogging. I was able to do that because it was easy. Feelings were simple. They were describable with words. Now that I am 33, it’s not the same anymore. I feel like time is passing way too fast, and I haven’t been doing a lot that would considered as me living my life fully. More than half of my life, I was living in people’s shadow and following people’s footsteps. A lot of things I wanted to do, I was guilt trapped into not doing them. When we were young, we cry when we get upset, when we get hurt, when we are hungry. Now, I cry because my heart aches, because my heart weakens when I ponder about the past, because my heart sinks when I think about my future, because my heart feels heavy when there are way too many mixed emotions for me to handle. I don’t know what I need to do. I feel like no one understands what I am going through. Sometimes I feel like I am alone, forever trapped in my own misery.