Fix me.

I won't let you turn around
And tell me now, I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead

If only I got paid to just do what Julie does. Sing, dance, act, cook, draw, paint, read...just everything. It sucks how I'm being forced to learn the crap out of one thing and do it the rest of my life when I love to do so much more. It makes me feel like a statistic. I'm a piece to a forever unfinished puzzle. I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown-- I'm having a mid-life crisis at 18. Fuckin' heinous.

This world is too big for me, but at the same time, it feels too small. Like what the inside of an asian parent's narrow mind would look. Or like the clockwork of a machine; efficiently packed gear to gear. And I feel like the loose screw.

Guess my only hope is to win the lottery. Fuck me.