So this week I've been face with the challenge of having to speak about myself for TWENTY MINUTES in front of strangers, no surprise that I'm absolutely terrified. It got me thinking, what is my thing? Everybody has a thing right?... You know that one thing that defines us? Or is that just in the movies... I don't know anymore because I can't say there is one I have that defines me, I'm not particularly passionate about anything which is quite sad. I wish I knew where and what I wanted to do and it frustrates me that I'm not surrounded by ambitious people who do.
My mind feels empty and blank, even choosing what I want to study for uni is proving a challenge. I can say some of my teachers think that I'm good at English literature and that's about it, other than being quite sensitive towards others a.k.a cry baby and doing a few sports clubs here and there which I'm not very committed to, I can't say I'm particularly good at anything.
I feel as if I'm fated to live out the rest of my days like Emily Dictkinson, secluded but content in one room, reflecting on my thoughts. I want an identity, that's what being young is about apparently finding who you are... those people who have pink hair and nose piercings, I'm jealous because at least seem to know who they are. I'm just one of those people who don't fit in anywhere, or maybe I just haven't found the right crowd... either way, I'll keep looking just in case I find it one day.