I know you’re all sick of me complaining about what I have, but here it is again. The confession to shock you all. I don’t want to go back to school. I don’t want to spend three more years stuck in the same place. I don’t want to pay for a piece of paper that may or may not guarantee a job later in life that I may or may not be happy at.
I feel itchy (and I’m most definitely not talking about the mosquito bites I’m covered in, hah). I have wanderlust something bad, and I don’t think I’ve ever known what I’ve wanted. My emotions are at war with the expectations I’ve internalized. Is this how everyone feels? I’m a walking contradiction; I’m lonely, but I want to be by myself. I long to be happy, but I’m perfectly content with being unhappy. I’m scared to leave, but even more afraid to stay. I need something to change.