Title mostly.
I'm doing fine right now, had an argument with my brother but overall I got my path forward ironed out, but I can't shake the feeling that all of what I do is just some pathological need to stumble forward into what I'm supposed to do but rather than actually being a meaningful calling or direction.
Maybe I'm just depressed.
Playing video games is a valid way to live your life and fuck anyone with a rusty old screwdriver without lube who says you shouldn’t or that it’s bad. It not, it’s good, you good, we love you comrade!