Nobody
Nobody will read this, but it's good for me to know that there's a possibility somebody will.
I don't understand my place anymore. And if my place is correct, how can I determine if it's what I want? As I dawn upon an age which requires so much more definition, I find myself stepping backwards, askew, confused, altered. The sheer brilliance of the light before me is bright, too bright. While I could easily step right through, as my maturity clearly proves that the step is plausible, I refuse. To further define my bounds is repulsive. Men have always lived for independence (whether presented in action or if it just lied in the back of their minds) and freedom. Why is it that I, a young man of recent eighteen, must narrow his path after learning such history. Here I use conundrum, for it's the first time I've ever been able to use it, but here lies a conundrum.
It was only half an hour ago that I dosed off reading "Heart of Darkness", a story speaking very generally on a man's expedition to Congo. As my mind wandered towards its own selfishly tasteful darkness, I awoke to a call from Tennessee, an unexpected call. In answer and asking "Who is this?", I found for it to be a moronic dipshit from Tennessee who had the wrong number and proceeded to call me three more times 'til I turned off my phone. All these subtleties bring about thoughts towards a greater, bigger world. Life is not confined to Naperville, nor is it confined to Illinois, nor so with the United States. With this I leave the floor open, for my mind fallen asleep.
I don't understand my place anymore. And if my place is correct, how can I determine if it's what I want? As I dawn upon an age which requires so much more definition, I find myself stepping backwards, askew, confused, altered. The sheer brilliance of the light before me is bright, too bright. While I could easily step right through, as my maturity clearly proves that the step is plausible, I refuse. To further define my bounds is repulsive. Men have always lived for independence (whether presented in action or if it just lied in the back of their minds) and freedom. Why is it that I, a young man of recent eighteen, must narrow his path after learning such history. Here I use conundrum, for it's the first time I've ever been able to use it, but here lies a conundrum.
It was only half an hour ago that I dosed off reading "Heart of Darkness", a story speaking very generally on a man's expedition to Congo. As my mind wandered towards its own selfishly tasteful darkness, I awoke to a call from Tennessee, an unexpected call. In answer and asking "Who is this?", I found for it to be a moronic dipshit from Tennessee who had the wrong number and proceeded to call me three more times 'til I turned off my phone. All these subtleties bring about thoughts towards a greater, bigger world. Life is not confined to Naperville, nor is it confined to Illinois, nor so with the United States. With this I leave the floor open, for my mind fallen asleep.