At 19 years old, I am the youngest editor in chief the Daily Titan has ever had.
Yvette, 19.
I like music, movies, kitties, making up words, traveling, writing and plus signs.
I like music, movies, kitties, making up words, traveling, writing and plus signs.
So long, Facebook.
This week will be the end of me.
The beginning of me.
The death of me.
The lie of me.
Me.
Enough with the poetic rant, this week is one of the most demanding weeks of my existence. Come Friday, my whole life will be different. My future will be set.
Do I believe in karma?
Today I found $15 on the floor of an elevator.
What bugs me the most about texting is when you know someone has their phone on them 24/7 and they don’t even bother to text you back or take a long time to do so.
I have to figure out who I am in the next two hours.
I’m a writer, but what’s my voice?
122 plays
But what do you do when the only thing you were ever good at isn’t good anymore?
What do you do?
I feel lost. I feel stuck—trapped in the middle of two brick walls with only a little room to breathe. I can only go one way or the other and either way leaves me wandering in the pitch black.
I was always so certain, so secure. My future was all planned, meticulously scripted. But now the ever present reminder of my self-worth is catching up.
“No matter how hard you try, it’ll never be enough,” it says.”No matter how hard.”
I sit here drowning in helplessness, angst, anger and sadness.
What do you do?
