Glumpiness

Is it okay to admit that I'm feeling glumpy? You know a cross between gloomy and grumpy. It's really the best way to describe how I feel right now. What to do, which way do I choose to go? How much choice do I really have? So many questions, so few answers. I hate that part, I want answers. Even though I know that some questions will go unanswered well for the rest of my life, I still want answers. I want to know that life will have a happy ending, but I'm scared that my happy ending has passed, that it's too late for that. Will I forever be searching for it, never to find it?