How to Be Brave

Posted on | July 7, 2010 | No Comments

Every day I wake up and think who the fuck am I?

This thought runs through my head as I make my bed before class.  I repeat it as I board the L train from Williamsburg.  I ask this of myself as I show security guards my student badge.

I can’t believe I am back living in New York again.

And, more surprisingly, while I have no clue who I am right now, what I am doing, or where I am going, I like me so much better.

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