Here's something:

I am terrified.
I think that I may change my major.
I cried as I passed the elementary school today and saw all of the tiny kids walking home. I feel my youth and innocence slipping away faster than ever. It's like a bomb ticking and ticking.
Whenever I get stressed out, I go to the bookstore and I don't exhale until I'm alone in the fiction section, surrounded by stories that are far better than my own.
I'm scared.
I keep forgetting to breathe.
And I have no one to talk to about this.

Anything?




Currently listening to: Kings of Leon