violencejack

What is real?
Cogito ergo sum...
I know that I exist, everything else is questionable.
Am I living, or just going through the motions?
What do I live for?
I am caught in a pattern, a sequence of events that will take more than six years to complete. Talk about stagnation, eh?
If I died tomarrow, would my life mean anything?
I'm in school to be a doctor, but what really matters to me, what I would die for, is love. I feel like by stagnating in school I am not being true to my self, which wants to find love.
I don't belong here in Wichita. I belong out there, amongst the stars, chasing my dreams.