At this point in time, my mind is buzzing with a million questions:
Is it okay to be confused?
Is it okay not to know?
Is it okay to have no direction?
Is it okay to be …
Do I live each day to the fullest?
Do I love what I do?
Do I eat right?
Do I even sleep tight?
Is it okay to be angry?
Is it okay to be sad?
Is it okay to waste time?
Is it okay to take chances?
Or am I being reckless?
Am I being conscious?
Or am I being wise?
Am I really alive?
Am I really me?
Why do I have so many questions?
Why do I even try?

