by Jolyn Low
Reflecting makes me feel like I’m ripping my soul apart piece by piece. And the more I examine it, the less I find. I’m empty inside. (This makes me think of Voldermort lol.) How does one find their calling in life?
Let me survive these last 3 days of camp and hopefully churn out something great. Writing skills are diminishing by the day and I’m ultimately an undeserving small fry.