My compass is broken

Never nothing but the dream of nothing, never anything but the dream of all.

One day I'm going to look back and tell myself that at age 22, this girl (talentless, ungifted, uninspired and demotivated) has lost faith in most things; that the light in her has - somehow at some points in life - been gradually snuffed into a still, wispy strand of smoke.

I, who was once becoming, am now becoming un.

The future looks terribly bleak from my window, can you see the sparklies from yours?

This is my plea to you, at age 22:

Help me.