And one day I'll open my eyes just to find reality face to face: I will have wasted my life, I will not have gone to the places one day I dared to dream I'd go. And I will not have made a difference in the world, like one day I thought I would. And it will all be too late, because I will be very old or sick or something.
What am I supposed to do once I finish school? I don't know what I want to do with my career: should I be a journalist, a publicist, a radio producer? Worse yet, will I be (able to be) a journalist, a publicist or a radio producer????
Will I get married (I intend to, but then again, nothing is certain)??? Will I have kids the way I want to (with the economic means to do so, with the wisdom to parent them well, and with the emotional disposition to do so???)???
Will I ever feel fine???
I'm absolutely puzzled. I just wish I weren't bored with life and would be able to face what's to come with hope and exitement and not with terror and the feeling of running away that always comes with it.