i lived for my friends, to do what was considered cool.
i lived for my job, to make the money i thought was appropriate for someone with my education.
i lived for general social approval, because it felt nice.
i started to question what people wanted for myself, and what i had assumed i wanted to live for, and started to try to live for myself, to find out what i truly wanted.
and upon deeper thought and reflection, i now find out there's no real "me", no real "self"? are you kidding me?!
