The Life Chaotic

In my four years in college, I've discovered many things. I've discovered that a lot of the friendships that we form in this time of life aren't quite deep and meaningful like we'd hope they would be. They aren't all drinking binges and frat parties gone terribly wrong. There's a hint of fear that we learn to live off of. A fear that we all thrive on in the end, or else we are crushed beneath the weight of it.


This has been my experience anyways. And here, I write without fear of discovery, for only those that I trust with my most personal thoughts know of this. Or those who I do not know at all. Nothing ever matters about this in the end. My thoughts are my own, and I wish to express them in one way for the other is lost to me, buried beneath a fear that is ingrained by a past I'd never adjusted to.


I rant, I rave, I live and I cry. This is my life though, and I have come to expect the happy and the disturbing. The laughable and the disconcerting. Any problems with that, and I simply cannot care. This is my sanctuary. This is where I search for the remnants of my lost sanity. This, as this is so aptly named, is my quest.