What happens when...
the world as you know it stops turning? It seems like growing up is just happening too fast. What if we're not ready to be adults? So many questions but so few answers. I am among the lost, with nobody to find me. Perhaps I am not meant to be found. I can't explain how I've been feeling, and the things taking place in the lives of my loved ones are only making me think more. When will we be the people we long to be? Or perhaps are the people we are now who we will be forever? I'm so confused. I keep walking down the paths of memories and they lead to nowhere. Perhaps those memories aren't memories at all, but figments of my imagination... of what I wished for my life to be. I'm lost between my desires and my reality, and I don't know how to get back. Should I laugh or should I cry? I think maybe I just need some hugs and lots of sleep. I know I'm not the only one who could use this...