This may or may not be common. I’ve just been lost and while I feel immensely grateful for my life and everything I have- I never thought that being 22 would bring me so much existential dread. I hate realizing that I will have to keep making friends I will probably never live next to. Or even meet once I move on. It is a horrible realization that your childhood friends, the ones you’re so close to will probably never live anywhere near you. I hate realizing that I will be left meeting my parents once a year and my best friends once in two. I just hate that distance ruins a lot of things. I don’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home. I think the vast number of options I have make me really anxious as to whether or not I’m on the right track in life. I feel so much pressure as to leading the ideal life when all I want to do is travel and help people and just detach into happiness. I absolutely hate realizing that life is short, or that nothing really matters. I absolutely hate making big decisions and realizing they are permanent because that’s just how the world works. I hate having grown up. life is beautiful and there are beautiful people around me. I just don’t understand what I’m supposed to do or where I’m supposed to be. I simply cannot comprehend the fact that the silly beautiful dreams you have when you’re a child are just simply those- dreams. I feel like a horrible person living far away from my little brother and I feel even worse not knowing where to go next.