I'm fractured into numerous pieces of oftentimes necessarily conflicting concepts and urges. I almost universally disappoint the high minded ideals I spent high school cultivating, abhor my own actions more often than not, daydream constantly, value work ethic while being absent one, value empathy but have a massive wall built, value honesty but lie to myself, and feel as if life should be about constantly moving forward but am motionless and stagnating in the seething pools of regret that compromise my now.

is abhorring what I've done with it recently.

Currently, I'm sitting at UF and ponderously making my way towards a bachelors.

... I'm not really sure.

My eyes, shoulders, or beard.

my fucking insomnia.

I have a perpetual low level of anxiety clinging to me.

you're interested in getting to know someone who lives in his own head and have literally no expectations of a productive conversation.