Got 100, 000 miles to go.
I'm terrified, excited, thrilled, reluctant and nervous.
I have no idea what direction to go. I may as well step outside with a blindfold on and twirl around in circles and whatever direction I land on.
I don't want to leave what I've got behind.
But I don't want to stay and desert all that I've ever wanted.
My ambition is as strong as ever.
But my fears are beginning to cloud my judgement.
I'm growing older every day.
If I die tomorrow I'll never be truly happy with how my life ended... I want nothing more than to succeed. To be fulfilled in my ambition. To say I've actually felt what true love is like... My life would have been a waste. Let's hope I avoid getting hit by a bus then.
It's only me. Me alone.
But at least I've got books, music, the gilmore girls and food to keep me from failing.
I'll never let go.
I'll never let go.