Introspective Collective

Whenever I look back at my Associated Content articles, I cringe at what's permanently being displayed to my name. The articles consist of bad college research papers I some how got great grades on, but didn't care enough about to consider the writing quality of. Humiliation is the situational price you pay for assuming the role of a broke college student. Somewhere in the mess, I spotted remnants of a storm that left no real residue in my mind with time.

Looking back at this profile and at those articles displaying my frame of mind, I found myself wondering what was it all for? I believe the only thing I learned in community college was how to burn time productively. While I wait for my life to begin, I feel it formulating in ways I don't care to state in fear of looking back at this time and scoffing at the content that's being posted now!

Maybe I'm just not okay with potential ghosts discovering what I've been up to since the havoc they brought on. I don't know if I've made progress, I don't know if I'm making progress, I'm afraid to take the current as modern because retrospect always leads to questioning. The new will always fade into rusty nails and rotting floor boards. There's no such thing as permanence, but I'm beginning to learn. . .I'm okay with that.