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I'm dissatisfied, actually. With it all.

 

I'm extraordinarily frustrated with myself as of late. I can't seem to do anything right ( by my standards) and I can't execute things the way I KNOW that I am capable of.

 

I can't seem to find my place in photography. I don't know what I want to do with my photos or where I want to go from here. I should understand what I want by now, but I don't. I'm lost.

 

I can't make myself happy right now, and honestly no one else can either. I need change and distance and fulfillment. I don't know when it will come and I'm desperate.

 

I'm dissatisfied, actually. With it all.

 

Done