Sometimes I have a hard time picturing myself sitting behind a desk, or standing in a gym, or flipping burgers.

In other words, I have serious issues.

Identity issues.

Most my age know what they are studying for. 

I don't.

There are plenty like me.

We are like our own versions of blank canvases that have yet to begin being painted.

I can try to sit, or rather lie down, on the couch and blame my mental illness for not finding myself. 

But then that would be a bunch of poo.