You ask me if I have a goal.

That questions scares me. It's scary to have a dream and it's a scarier thought to not have one. I look around my spinning world and I see so many familiar faces. They all fade so quickly for each one is pursuing something beautiful, something new. But they a have one thing in common...they are all working towards their dream.

Now what is my problem? Why can't i do that? I know I am capable. I know I am intelligent. I am young too! So where am I going wrong?

Well when I flip back into the pages of my life...I never say down and picked that dream. That one thing I have wanted since I was young. I know it's never too late...but I don't know.
Even now I sit and ponder what I really want out of this life and I honest to God, couldn't think of a single damn thing.

I guess I am falling in that line of young and stupid.