Holler.

Yesterday, I was sure that I hated my life.
Today, things somehow managed to conform to a new perspective.
I don't think one can hate their life when only twenty-one years of it
have been lived.
That seems entirely unfair.
So instead, I have decided that I hate this current phase.
Not completely, but mostly.

I know what I want and I know how to get it, but I just can't.
I'm stuck going forward not by choice, but because I don't know what else to do.
I guess that's over dramatic.
My life is fine.
Great even.
So I will just shut up.