Emofag

Perhaps my treck across the United States was more of an eye-opening/trying to figure out life experience more than i suspected. I spent half the week in my car realizing how hilarious and rediculous my awesome life is and the other half crying about why the hell i did something so drastic. Maybe it's PMS, maybe it's that i'm pregnant (ya...right), maybe it's just a cycle that happens to me every 4 years, or maybe it's my move-but i've been pretty depressed the past couple of days. In fact, I've been depressed ever since a couple months before I graduated college.
There was nothing wrong with Baltimore, MD, but I wasn't happy there. Yes it was a brave move coming to las vegas, but more importantly-a good idea for me to say "I'm not having a good time, I need to do something about it." But i've realized it's not my surroundings that affect my happy/unhappiness, it's inside. There's something always missing with me-like i've said in 130 posts, I'm 22 and shouldn't be worried about my life, but I can't shake it. If anybody were to ask me my goal in life, there's only one thing-to be happy. When i think about it, that's the only thing i'm not. I know what I don't like, but i have no idea what i do like that makes me happy, so it's impossible for me to achieve it.
I've always taken a step back from any situation i feel uncomfortable in or have upset feelings toward to try and figure out what's going on. To try and figure out, why am i upset about this? How will this actually affect me for the rest of my life? I have the answer, it's usually stop being a pussy about this, this isn't a big deal, go out and have fun. But that answer never helps me get over my unhapiness.
I really enjoy talking to people about my problems and hearing their advice and opinions. I usually don't take it, but talking through things helps me realize more about myself. But maybe what is really the truth about myself is-I'm just a super emotional, sensitive individual. I've always hated being a crybaby and letting things get to me, but maybe it's just who i am. Forget talking to people about my problems, trying to diagnose some depression, or apologizing for being this way. Maybe I just need to be comfortable with it and accept myself as this person.