Why am I even here?

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I’m tired. I am wide awake. I can’t do anything right. I can’t follow “super easy” recipes on pinterest. I can’t make my own soap. I am highly competent. I can organize anything. My house is usually messy. I love my job. I hate my job. I crave financial freedom from a steady 330pm to midnight career. I love Kanye West. I love Trapt. I love Reba. Why am I even here?