Lana feels

I fight too much. And I think too much. I walk between classes, down the paths of campus, and I think. I have internal debates. And I forget what they are about. And it's just thought. I want to know. But I don't. And I'm so confused, sometimes. I want to talk. I want to be quiet. I want to be able to keep my head empty, and I want to be able to fill it. I want to know what I want. And I want to know how to get it.