"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations". If I can't even understand myself, how can I expect anyone else to? I'm 19 years young and experiencing that college life, and as Taylor Swift would say; " These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red."