Honestly, I don’t know why the fuck I’m in school. I don’t know what I want. No, I can’t see my self in 5 years. I NEVER could. Don’t you get that? And you think I’m broken because of that. Well guess what, I’m okay with it. You made me, and then acted everyday of my life like you never wanted kids or a family. And you wonder why I can’t see myself? My whole life I’ve done my best NOT to exist, and now you expect me to know what I want or who I am. Funny people.