Now thinking back: everything seems so foreign to me. Like I have alienated my memories from me now and only looking back in retrospect now I see how happy/sad I really was. Maybe I am. Its called home(sick)
I am 21 and I still have this idea of potential. For better or worse, I have still so much to do and so much to see. I never had the chance to do what I truly wanted to do but maybe I’ve done stuff that means so much more.
I plan to travel the world to figure my worth within myself.