04/13/17 in A Life Out Of Order

I have no idea what I want to write about. I only know that I want to write.
I’m 29 now, and I still have no idea what the fuck I am doing with my life.
I’m not married. I don’t have kids. I’m still in school. I’m still just working. I feel like all I am doing is existing. Was this really supposed to be my life? Is this all I was meant for?
I have finally escaped the abusive relationship that held me captive for the past 4 years.
And now, I’m here.
29 years old, alone, barren, working, studying, existing.