I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

[laceblade]

I was going to write something, but now I don't know what to say. I wait for something profound to occur to me, but it never does. I still think of myself as a writer even though I can't remember the last time I write, and have not written anything seriously in.....well, in forever.

Nothing really feels real any more. Am I really going to graduate from school in eight months? What the hell am I going to do?

I focus too much on getting through a day to be capable of any sort of long-term planning. I'll just continue floundering.