Sometimes I feel this pressing urge to write, but when I sit down with a pen and paper I find that I have nothing to say.
Sometimes I wish I were still in school, just so I could study for tests again.
Sometimes I ask myself what kind of person I really want to be and when I'll ever get there.
Sometimes I get this crazy desire to just hop on a plane and go somewhere.
Sometimes I wish I were the type of person who was okay with being in a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning so full of good intentions that I can't decide on what to do and end up doing nothing at all.
Sometimes I ponder the mysteries of the universe and I get so impatient because I'm only 22 so the answers seem a long, long time away.