i guess you can see from my past posts that i’ve been going through what you would call an “identity crisis” lately. i don’t mean to stir up trouble and i don’t intend to sound like another hormonally-imbalanced teen. at times recently i haven’t really felt like i have a place anywhere. i feel juxtaposed wherever i used to feel comfortable. i’m beside myself for possible solutions to this strange emotion.

i suppose this is the normal angst attached to freshman year when new students feel out of place in a population of so many faceless others. who are you but an inworthy number? this sense of being inconspicuous may benefit the ones who want to shed a bad reputation, however, it leaves no-name, bland people such as myself feeling lost in a world of far more important identities.

it feels good to let this mess out, however difficult it is to transcribe; some things are hard to attribute words to.