Sometimes I feel like we’re just here to pass the time. Settled maybe? I can’t talk to you, not really, not about stuff that actually matters. We have completely different goals for the future. Maybe we’re not right? I am so detached from my emotions I don’t know what I feel anymore. Maybe I’m scared? Or maybe, I’m just better on my own.

  

Everyday I get closer to the need to run. There’s so many pressures here. Pressure to get a good career, pressure to look good, to be skinny, to have perfect hair, to be mature. It’s either too little or too much. But what if I don’t want all of those things? I’m enjoying finding myself, I’m young. Everyday we fight this society in a bid to stay true to ourselves, and I envy every single one of you that achieve this.