Dear March,

I've got so much longing. I want to get out and see the world and be a musician and artist and author and get a college education. But I also want to get married and adopt kids and be stable and be a therapist or something. And I just want to sleep and not wake up. I want all of this to be a dream so I can wake up and not be me. It's too much right now. Too much. But that's not going to happen. Ughhhhh.