It seems as if all I can think about now is how lost I feel in the world. I've grown up...now what. There's no handbook telling you how to act, what to wear, how to live. I'm stuck in this in-between, trying to figure out how I landed here in the first place. I'm here in New York and it's the most fun I've ever had, but I'm missing substance. I feel as if being here is the spine of the book, what holds everything together, now what do I fill the pages with?
In my acting class we're working on having an extreme opinion about everything. I think that was the beginning of how I feel now. Every time I saw, smelt, felt, tasted, or heard something I'd have an extreme opinion about it and it always brought me back to how empty I feel here.
No more sorrow,
No more pain
Endless sunshine
No more rain
What do i have to do to get that? Life will never hold that for me. But I am trusting my life in my own hands. Please Darius, don't fuck up this time...I'm trusting you.
