Lately I've been thinking a lot about the word 'passion' I wish I would have stuck with something I was even remotely interested in when I was younger. I guess I can blame pure laziness or the fact that I just didn't believe in myself well enough. I'm always asking myself, 'when am I gonna be happy, when will I find my passion' I know I need to get away from here to grow up and find that answer. I just don't wanna disappoint my father, but I know that if I can't drop my fears and give myself a shot I will die with broken dreams.