Day 31

This is a letter. I know he will read it and find it all the same. Even I do.
As I write.
Here. I have another year of Graduate School. 
With no definite plans ahead. I am like any other kid. Normal.
I have an overflow of emotions. I am vulnerable. Yes.
I want to break free. and do something big. Eventually.
I have other aspirations too.

But meager means, to live up to them.
And I really don't have new things up the sleeve. Boring.

Bored.