You know that feeling when everything is going to come crashing down on you,
but you don’t really know what to do about it?
Or when you really want to be the best that you can possibly be,
but the shoes you’re trying to fill are just too darn big to begin with?
I feel as lost as I did at the beginning, except now,
my head is stuffed with a lot of information, most of it useful.
I miss that feeling of stability that being in a family provided.
I feel disconnected now. Phone calls are not the thing.
Now I go to sleep at night and I can’t help but wish that when I wake up,
I would be somewhere else.
Nothing makes sense anymore.