(via icanread)
I am a sophomore in high school with no idea what I want to be when I grow up. The things I want to do are probably going to lead me nowhere. As a writer, I suffer from lack of inspiration/writer’s block too much. As an artist, my ability to create depends heavily on my moods. And finally, as a musician, I think it’s too late to learn. The future intimidates me. I try not to think about it, but that just makes things worse.






