I went and looked back at my blog posts from last spring break.

The words that I wrote, are the exact same I would be writing now, if I wanted to do a complete life status update.

Scary shit.

I try as hard as I can, every day to move on.

but it always comes back to:

You have nothing.

always.

that's it.
that's everything.

How do I accept that?

From day one, when this all started my sophomore year of high school, when my identity of being smart was vanquished, I began to search for who I was.

I still haven't found anything, four years later.