Abby Is Movin

Dear heavens! I can never hold on to a single vision for too long. They slowly dissipate, and when they do, completely, the vision is forever gone, save for little of its flashbacks here and there. But for me to have a solid vision, one that I can cling to the rest of my life, seems, at the time being, impervious. Who is Chris? What defines him? Oh I will never know. I am made to believe I will thus only drift in this lifetime; see myself wither. I must have a tangible goal, one that I truly enjoy. But what? Reading, perhaps. Writing, perhaps. But such things seems to afloat in a stagnant motion for quite a while until it moves an inch, just like a snail. But there is always cosmetology or fashion design, or working at the mall. Oh, I can never figure my life. I have been in stasis for a year now. I don't know what I want to become. Abby's moving to San Francisco had triggered all this. I want my life to be stagnant, unchangeable...for I suffer when changes occur. I have trouble adapting anew.