I feel as if I’m running in circles in a maze that leads me nowhere but abyss, drowning me but keeping me alive for as long as possible, as if I’m left with no choices.  But that was up to me; I’ve made that choice, that decision to restrict myself from being given the chances that I need.  I have everything, but somehow, I’m always lacking a spark, a true inspiration that will fuel by desire to want to live, to become something greater than the person I am now.  I want to find myself because I’m lost in this world.  I want to find answers.  I want to know who I am, what I am capable of, the opportunities just waiting for me.  I’m sick of feeling alone, sick of walking among graves.