I wish I had the heart and determination of some of the people you meet. I've just never been passionate about anything to really just dive in balls deep, despiteless what the tattoos on my shoulder mean. Even on my History exam the other day, I realized that with what I had already written I had earned a B at the very least, so I cut the rest of my answers short so I could leave and come home early to Youtube.

History is supposed to be what I am, it's my major and passion. I read about it on my spare time, study it in school, and know more than most people twice my age. Yet I still have an uncertain future with my degree, where I will finish it, and what I will make of it. The tattoos on my shoulder limit me to the west out of personal paranoia, even though the call to Moscow is like a needle in my heart.

The summer already feels like it's passing me by. I'm looking forward to a month of rain and the atmosphere it brings.