It's hard.

Sometimes I don't really know where I'm going, what I'm doing. It's like I'm walking around this small infantile world, waiting for something to happen- something to come and break down the walls to my prison, my self-imposed prison. I wan't freedom, but I wouldn't know what to do with it even if I got it. I don't know what the next step to my life is, I don't know what my greater picture looks like, so I'll just keep wandering until I get to where I'm supposed to be.