It usually happens late at night, when I can't sleep. The house would be eerily quiet, amplifying the ticking and tocking of my very dated ikea clock, prompting me to think to myself " I should really replace that." Then it would start, usually with "What am I doing with my life?" which would then transition into "What do I want?" finally accumulating to "What do I have to show for?" In a matter of minutes, I would've gone through the feelings of uncertainty, curiosity, sadness, and finally settling in the massive sea of guilt.
Hi, my name is Elle Randall, and this is my story of how I went from knowing exactly who I was and what I wanted to be, to having absolutely no clue.
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