I've always felt like I've had such a higher purpose in life. I know that sounds condescending, but I just do. I feel like the small town girl that longs for the big city. I'm getting impatient though, how long is this going to take? How long until I'm a household name and people can Wikipedia me? I've been running up pedestals so fast my whole life that I don't know what I'm going to do if I fall down them. In hindsight I see the path, but when I look ahead it's all black and woozy.
So I'm on the path, and I'm trying to run it, but I don't know what the expectation is anymore. My favorite words are me and I, but this existence is lonely. If I can't have everything, what is worth losing? Is the me that I thought I was really the me that I am? Why am I not allowed to have it all?