More and more everyday I grow more concerned with my inability to live in the now. It’s not that I spend my time reliving the past, in fact, it’s the polar opposite of that. I spend my days living in the future, dreaming up the things that have yet to occur. Like the day that I start my real life outside of the landlocked barriers of this state. I think about the day that I get to start living as the woman that I discovered myself to be. They say to make sure you’re living in the moment because the moments around you will soon pass you by. My problem is, there’s nothing currently happening that I wouldn’t want to miss. There’s no group of girlfriends that I have that I am spending the summer with, making memories left and right and laughing until our stomachs hurt and there are tears falling from our eyes. There’s no beautiful boy who I am falling in love with for the first time, and there’s barely anybody that I would want to spend my summer days with at all. So instead of living in the now, I am imagining things that I will be doing in the future. I know this is dangerous, but I hope I find my path and all my trails in the present lead me to what I am dreaming about today.