All I ever think about is tomorrow.
I guess it isn’t my fault. Throughout junior high, and then high school, in increasingly frequent intervals I was repeatedly met with the question “What do you want to do with your life?”
I was that kid with the big dreams, the elaborate plan of execution, and the dead-set desire to make it reality. I didn’t understand how anyone COULDN’T have a plan of attack…
I feel like I just got punched in the stomach.