Brandish

Dull. Dull Dull Dull. 

I need to live. To travel. To do SOMETHING. Nothing here is satisfying; I feel like my education this year was a bit underwhelming. Granted, I’m a freshman, but isn’t college supposed to constantly challenge you?

I need to take things into my own hands, and stop expecting things to just happen to me. Or settling for mediocre thrills. You only get one chance, and all I’ve ever wanted is to make it extravagant, which is sickeningly ironic.

When I was in high school I thought that these feelings meant that I just needed to get away from my home town, and resolved to get as far away as possible. Now I realize what I need to get away from. It isn’t my surroundings nor my situation holding me back, but myself.