Biting My Lip

I feel tears.

I've spent months feeling empty and unmotivated. Recently I've felt passionate and like for once I know the direction I want to go. Then when I try to go on way I hit a wall before I even get going. I turn around and realized there's walls on all sides of me.

I must join a friend for dinner. I am a defeatist, but something in my body says I can't give up and I suppose that's a good sign. Perhaps I'm like Don Quioxte and just living the Impossible Dream. Why not?

Except more on this later.