I’ve wanted to escape through a skylight for the past couple years, ever since I was drunk at a frat party. Sometimes I think any life would be better or more interesting then mine.

You know the saying that you’ll change as you age but you’ll always stay the same? You’ll always retain your essential self? I have no idea who I really am. I don’t think I ever have, and it’s not cute to not know that when you’re closer to thirty then you are to fifteen.

Does everybody else feel like this? Am I just late to growing up from arrested development? I always get too scared to ask anymore. I’m tired of having the same conversations again and again.