pains with the usual confusion that comes with being a young adult having to make life decisions.
were you hoping we'd find you and stop you? i will never know any of your thoughts other than what you wrote to us. all else is still a mystery and we will never know it all, not in this life anyway. sometimes when i think of your journey, i imagine different scenarios as you drove to your final destination. i imagine you're determined and sure; i imagine you're confused and unsure but unable to turn back and have to explain; i imagine you're wondering why no one is stopping you from doing this 