Life is sometimes harsh. It

Life is sometimes harsh. It can be messy and honestly, never give you the satisfaction that you are doing anything right. 

But if I have learned anything in my eighteen years of existing on this planet, it is that in these moments of utter chaos and confusion that we discover more about ourselves than we ever could if we never ventured out of the comfort of our everyday passivity. 

I live for these exact moments. Moments where I can't quite figure out who I am at that point in time. 

I'm not a writer. I'm not really anything.

But I pretend to be everything. 

I do know one thing aobut myself. 

I'm a dreamer.

I still believe in happy endings and that everything will work itself out. 

But that's okay, because there is no reason to spoil the ending for me.