For all the broken hearted's out there.

I feel lost. Lost than ever before. Maybe this is part of growing up?

Yesterday while I was writing an essay having to describe a little about myself, I came to realize that I had nothing to write. Everything I would have normally wrote about myself was no longer valid since I've already given up on it. I couldn't find a single thing worth writing about myself.

I spent three hours starring at the empty paper thinking of what to write. It was a pretty simple task, really. Write about yourself. What could possibly be so hard, Nana?, I thought to myself.

So I began writing. I wrote my Name and age. What else would I write now? I sat down thinking to myself. Probably something describing me. So then my mind thought of what described me best. The first thing that came to my mind was sports. I've always been into sports. One sport in particular, tennis. So I wrote about tennis, then I came to realize that I no longer did tennis. So I scratched that out.

Next, i thought, oh maybe music. Then, oh wait, no. No music.

Okay, maybe studies. Wait no, my studies are horrible this year.

Dance. Yes dance. Ballet. But I didn't feel like writing it cause I knew I wasn't very good at ballet and don't really give it much thought.

I became frustrated. Frustrated at myself for giving up on everything. Because now, I have no idea what describes me anymore. I had no I dea what to write.

So fuck it. I don't know who I am.

I feel like I haven't achieved anything in my 16 years of life. Great.

Arts, photography, sports, books, music, dance without a doubt still inspires me. But the only thing is, instead of pursuing in doing these things, I'm slacking off at home.

Boo 16 year old Nana.