I wonder what would happen if I just stopped thinking about things so freaking much.

Last night the wind carried away everything. I am growing up and it's scary. I am making decisions that I'm not very proud of, and I'm looking focus of my goals, and my path. I need a new religion. But I never had one to start off with.

I am so hard on myself and I am almost getting tired of this person staring back at me in the mirror. I think I need to engage in some selfless acts or something. 

Boston can be suffocating at times. I would very much like to go to a small cottage at the top of a hill with no distractions, no culture, no prejudice, no biases. Just miles and miles of field and clear thoughts. Clear. Thoughts. 

I don't know what, or who, I want. Where are the answers? I know that in time they will come. But I should stop looking in the wrong places.

Growing up is hard. Responsibility can be exhausting.

No conclusion made. yet.  

"Everything around me has changed. But the garden that you planted, remains."