Here I am
1 month too sick, 1 year confused and 19 years looking for myself.
I'm still looking.
I have a really bad case of mononucleosis – which has forced me to take time off from college this semester and possibly take the whole semester.
That's okay, because I have no idea what I'm doing. At this point, I'm walking around just trying to figure out what I want. Which right now I want nothing. I want nothing but a grilled cheese sandwich maybe and someone to make it for me. I guess what I'm saying is I'm going to take this time here the next few months to try to figure out what the hell I'm doing.
I guess I'm just ready to close the door on one path of my life and start something new. Something better.
and, begin.