claustrophobia

It's all pressing down, the weight gradually getting heavier without you noticing, until all of a sudden you do. You're fine for a long time, till you're just not.

Simply not knowing is hard.

Rejection? Going for 10. 

I can't put my life on hold for it though right? Wrong. You can't understand until you're in this situation. Wanting to do something for the rest of your life full of passion, that makes you feel full, satisfied, driven, full of purpose. What is one more year when it's the rest of my life that's in question? I'm (not) sorry I'm not at the same point as you. I'm (not) sorry I chose this path. I am sorry you don't experience the passion that I do, that you can't fathom my drive. You can't feel it unless you're inside this mind of mine. Where rainstorms turn to hurricanes and coastal breezes soothe the wounds. 

Ready to be out of this claustrophobic place; I need wide open spaces and slow afternoons. 

Salty air, skin, soul.