Youth is Wasted on the Young.

I've always found it hard to write. It's not just about my inability to sit still and consolidate all my random thoughts. It's about actually sitting out Life itself. Yet I find myself wanting to document almost everything remotely interesting that happens to me. It's as if I have a deep fear of forgetting. I guess this is what happens in the last years of our youth, when we're desperately trying to grasp on to still-vivid memories, and trying to create more extraordinary experiences before we run out of time and energy, all at the same time. There are so so so so many things I want to write about and I don't know where to start.