Time is ticking and yet I am no where. I feel alone and confused yet planned out, but to a certain extent. I know I have more time, but everyone around me is moving. I am stuck. No matter what I do I can’t seem to find the right path. What am I to do because I am to choose a direction that is completely foreign to me. Nobody understands and in complete honesty, I don’t either. Is this what growing up is suppose to feel like? Is it my job to make sure not to get crushed under all this pressure I have on me? No one said it would be this hard. I used to have a plan. It was a good one too. Go to high school, get into a good college, and become an astronaut. Now its all blurred. Its like that phase in the morning when you barely wake up. You just want to lay down for a bit more and figure out what your day will be like. Then it’s time to get up. That’s me, except I have been in that phase for a couple of years now. I want to get up and move. I can’t, I won’t, but I would.