30 school days left of being a child.
What do I want to do with my life?
I want music, writing, US history, photography...
I want to create.
I want control.
I want CLOSURE.
I obsess and I replace and I hurt and I don't say anything.
And I REPLACE.
I am a parasite.
I am not yours, I am not my own...
I feel like Laura in the Glass Menagerie.
Crippled. Delusional. Handicapped.
Too dramatic. My life is fine. My life is good.
My mind is full. My soul is stretched...
What happens when college doesn't automatically solve all of my "problems" ? I'm not ready for that yet.