So this year, I turned 17. A year where I’m supposed to figure it all out. A year where I decide what I’m going to be doing my whole life.

How am I, a person who hasn’t even developed their frontal lobe yet supposed have everything sorted out already.

I’ve been thinking about making a difference in the world and I don’t really know how. A lot of things interest me, art, poetry, the usual. But only a few things excite me

Day 1