I want to get wildly drunk, and get a tattoo I'll regret. I want to do crazy things, and still study. I want to make a billion mistakes, and learn from all of them. I want to figure out who I am... But I can't, because I'm still living my life so much for other people. Or maybe I'm just scared out of my mind of getting hurt again, so I hide in my room... protecting my heart by isolating myself. I just need to heal from the past first... I just can't handle being hurt again right now.