For the last 20 years I’ve been trying to live in the world that everyone else lives in. Until now, I didn’t even know I was trying, let alone failing. You see, I live in a fantasy world. An alternate reality, where I’m the center of it all. I play every role: the damaged girl, the spoiled brat, the dreamer…whatever suits the moment. I’m always a character, and I’m always center stage. I write my own lines and change them as I go. What’s worse is, I think I can direct, too, and put all the other little pawns in their place. I’m now aware of all this, and yet I don’t know how to change it.
I picked the wrong major.