While I was in high school, I thought that as soon as I got to college, everything would magically and correctly arrange itself, and I would not have to worry about anything but my studies. Well, obviously, I was wrong.
My insecurities and anxiety have only gotten worse, and I don't even know who I am anymore. There is nothing that defines me as an individual. I'm barely floating in a sea of long lean limbs, and golden lustrous locks, uncovered midriffs and confident struts. I am nothing but an ID number, walking up and down Common Ave...just a wanderer in the ever-changing fall weather, where the yellow leaves fall to die...
I thought I knew what I wanted to do, and people keep telling me that I have my shit together. Inside, I'm screaming in frustration and panic, because simply I don't know who I am, and I don't know what to do about it.
