Awww, Nessa. I feel you.

I keep reminding myself that for the things that I want out of life: I've gotten as far as I can get with effort, and am in progress for the rest.

I've got a good job. I'm steadily paying off my student loan. I can afford to travel. I've got my own apartment. I do have a good lot of friends (barring recent circumstances). I've got pretty good control over my behaviours. I do not have a house, but I HAVE just got my own flat and I'm starting to build up a savings now. I am single, and that is miserable, but I do give people a chance and when I do I don't hide anything... I'm honest and know that I put my best effort forward every time. Just haven't had luck with it yet.

And yet.... I never feel like I'm doing things right. I always feel like I'm failing at my ownl life, and can't figure out what to do with it. I try so hard to be happy with where I am... because I KNOW it's not a bad place. I've got a pretty good life, and it's hundreds better than it was when I was still in highschool. But yet... the unhappy and restlessness is still always there.