I guess its normal not to know what you want to do when you’re 21 years old, but there is all this pressure to have it all figured out by the time you graduate.

I honestly don’t know what will make me happy for the rest of my life. Is it writing? Art? Music? Teaching? I have no idea. All those make me happy…but forever? Will those passions forever be a part of me? I think so, but its scary thinking that reality will take those away from me.

I just hope this summer will be magnificent…