But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but…I just don’t belong there. I can’t put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn’t hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.
J.A. RedmerskiMots clés life out-of-place the-edge-of-never j-a-redmerski don-t-belong
There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.
J.A. RedmerskiMots clés life purpose death logic the-edge-of-never j-a-redmerski
I’m starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.
J.A. RedmerskiMots clés life feeling caring the-edge-of-never j-a-redmerski don-t-care
I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.
J.A. RedmerskiMots clés life road lost travel the-edge-of-never j-a-redmerski
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