Words of an undetermined nature

I don't know how I feel today, or this week, or this month - or at all, really. I know what I want - I think I do, at least - but I'm not sure that this is it. For the first time in a long time - perhaps in forever - I feel like I have the strength and the understanding within myself to know what I want. It's not a fairytale and it's not unachiveable. It's not some crazy, out-there fantasy of desire, either. It's pretty simple, and it's fairly normal, at least in my eyes. But I'm not sure that this is it. I don't think that it's too much to ask for - it can't be, can it? I wanted to come on here tonight, and get alot of stuff out. I wanted to write about it, and let my true thoughts and wishes come out through my words. I wanted to spew it out, sit back and sigh, relieved.
But I'm just too tired.