8 years have passed since my last journal entry and I still need all the same things.

A permit.
A license.
A car.

There is a new direction but still an all too familiar fear that makes me feel like I am on the edge of seventeen.

Have I really learned nothing in all of this time? Where's the arc? The growth or development?

What the fuck am I supposed to be at 26? All the things I couldn't be when I was seventeen? And will I manage it this time?

There are too many questions I don't have a lot of answers to. I am trying to keep it simple. I want to work and eat out with friends.

Graduate with a shit ton of debt. Get paid to write. This is something only I can imagine really happening.

I just need to write.