Like, I’m in-between content and discontent. Things are going well, I suppose. I have great people in my life, I’m moving forward with my music, I made it to New York, etc, etc, ramble, ramble. But at the same time, something’s missing. I would say it’s a job, but I felt the same when I was working full-time. Maybe I’m missing my family? Maybe it’s the fact that my career isn’t where I want it to be. Idk, but it’s odd. I’m happy for the most part. But I always have low moments.