Tomorrow I am going to do something with my life. Isn’t that what we all say? tomorrow. tomorrow. Well, I mean it. I hope. I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that is just telling, no yelling, that I have to do something. For Christ’s sake, fucking do something Amber! Please. Just try to do something. So after yelling at myself for years now. tomorrow. Right? The thing is, see, the thing is, why do I feel like I have to do something. is it the entitlement of my generation? We were all suppose to do something. be something more than our parents. these shoes might be too big and I am filling them with mud.