I opted out of my first year of college to explore the world around me and try to experience the adult life without student loans. I think in some aspects that may have been the best option for me, but in other ways, the worst.

I've spent the last year obsessively trying to decide a college major, and here I am 185 days since I started, not one step closer to figuring out what I'm going to do with the rest of my pitiful life. I'm at a loss for not only what I'm good at, but also what I could do even half adequately. I have basically convinced myself I'm a talentless, dumb hobo with no future.

It's a great life, kids.

Sarcasm at its finest

But the better aspects include: I currently live with my best friend from high school and I've ditched the fear of being away from home. I've learned how to bargain shop, and how to afford to pay for gas and still have money for rent. It's a pitiful existence but I'm living. I've learned how to take care of not just myself, but the two dogs and a guinea pig that live with me, and still remain sane.

When I graduated I had way bigger dreams than what I'm living right now, but I suppose every senior in high school does. Every kid that walked across that stage with me had huge hopes, and I hope they achieve them. But right now? I just want to make it through my 12-hour shift alive and not starve. That's the dream and I'm living it.