I feel restless and anxious and happy but never satisfied with what I have in front of me, and I'm running out of TV shows and books to occupy myself. It's like there's something I need to do desperately but I have no idea what it is and I can't stop searching for it until I find it, and there are things I know I need to do like schoolwork and writing but my motivation seems to have run off somewhere because I sure as hell can't find it. Things are evolving and changing but I can't tell if I'm keeping up or not, and I find myself wishing that the school year could last just a little bit longer, because when I figure things out, it'll probably be in Austin. I don't really know where my home is anymore.
I know exactly who I am and who I'm going to be. The problem is, I don't know if I'm ready to be her yet.
Sorry I'm depressing and weird? hahahh.
Love,
Loch.
