I imagine myself out there. A vessel in the menacing dark. My feet tread the threshold… and I hesitantly cross, descending into the uncharted. The waves rock me and I fall downward, rolling farther into uncertainty. I’m disoriented. Losing my footing, I decide to paddle out farther. The current won’t allow me to do this easily. But I continue to fight onward. The water...
Control / Freedom.
i’m trying my best to not be so pathetic. and i’m also trying not to throw a pity party. but i think i’m losing it… The Wait is the worst thing ever. actually, it’s probably worse than any sort of punishment or pain that students suffer through. it’s fucked up that my life is to be determined by a group of people who really only know me objectively. they see...