Do I want to be one of those dark figures in the woods that find joy in gray filtered pictures and relaxing tea? Do I want to be a full time writer, who makes themselves known in life with their loud voices but then goes home to outlet their hidden anguish onto a page by bleeding ink? Perhasps I want to be a jock, who find themselves to be in a constant state of bliss by having that one extra drink at a party. I could see myself as a little ghost wandering around the relentless hallways of highschool, praying to go unnoticed. I feel a pull to be any one of these people, but at the same time, I feel nothing.