Predictable..

A friend once told me that the word PREDICTABLE was one of the worst words you can use to describe a girl. She had a point, and one that is full of wisdom. Predictability is one of the last things a girl wants to be, right?

That means you're a given. You can be taken for granted. You are not special.

I'm an artist, or so i say.
Am I weird? Some people I only think I am.
Am I unique? As unique as the billions of people on this planet.
Am I where i want to be? No.

I'm stuck in  a crossroad where all paths seem like dead ends.
I can't get anywhere, mostly because of my circumstances.
I'm stuck.
Very stuck.

There's money.
It's always about money.
There's skill.
A skill that lay so dormant for so long it seems like it's made of rust.
There's family.
And I am responsible for those i love.
There's connections and contacts.
Because, frankly, i don't have any of those.

Then there's me.

'Google something, you idiot! You're bound to get somewhere, right??'
Yes, somewhere.
In a place where you keep clicking until your pointer hurts.
Fine, let's keep clicking.

Where is this post headed, you ask?
I don't know.
This post goes out to all the people out there who don't know where they're going.
Don't know what they're supposed to be.
And don't know who they are, exactly.

You are not alone.
If you're barely holding on.
If you're sick of it all.
If you don't know what to do.

You are not alone.