Comfort.

There's nothing more comforting than crawling into your bed after a long, stressful day. Hell, the day doesn't even have to be stressful... Your bed is comforting no matter what type of day it was.

Life can be hard. REALLY FREAKIN' HARD. 

I feel beyond guilty for the life that I live. I feel that everyone struggles just to see me succeed, as well as be happy. My family would do absolutely anything for me, and that should be comforting to me. While it is comforting knowing I have a wonderful support system (that I don't deserve), I also feel overwhelmingly guilty. I feel like I have nothing to give them in return. They struggle to make me happy, and a lot of days, I'm not that happy.

Stressing has become my aesthetic. School is overwhelming, and I'm so so SO burnt out. Work is so stressful, and everyone acts like we're still in high school. Get over it, this is a job. I never feel like I know what I'm doing with my life, let alone what I'm doing five minutes from now. 

I feel like because my family does everything to ensure my happiness and success, I have to have my shit together. I'm 23, and I don't have my shit together. I feel like the biggest failure. 

Crawling into bed at night can be the most comforting feeling, but it's also a time of reflection. I lay in bed every single night realizing that I don't have my shit together. I don't know what I want to do tomorrow, next week, next year, or for the rest of my life. I don't want to feel like a failure, I just want to feel confident and comforted. When will my guilt go away? Is that too much to ask for?