Complaints and grievances of an American in London

I find it hard

Even to tell you how i feel.. its like i need to keep up with myself, even to you, tumblr.

       But truth is I’m not as happy as i seem.

And i am not even sure how happy that is.. i somehow feel like I’ve let people down.. especially my parents.. i don’t know.. i feel like i haven’t done anything with my life, i feel like the biggest failure on this earth.. and then it passes.

yeah, it passes..

But more like.. it hides it always knows when to strike… and boy does it know how to hurt.

I post this over my better judgement 

This confession has meant nothing.