I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.

But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but…I just don’t belong there. I can’t put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn’t hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?