Up all night

How is it that people tell me that I’m the one out of our friends who has their shit together. If I really did, would I be this unhappy? Would I still act like a child? Two years ago all I wanted to do was leave this town. I thought my problems wouldn’t follow me north. I had such high expectations for what college life would bring for me. I thought it would help me figure everything out. Those big buildings, classes, books… Students. Possible friends. Wasn’t I supposed to be learning how to answer all of life’s unanswered questions? Two years later, I’m sitting on my bestfriend’s bedroom floor at 6 a.m. after a coke binge and what have I learned? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Sure I know the S.W.O.T. analysis and the keys to advertising success… But what have I really learned about myself? About where I’m going. And who I am.