[ z ē ' n ĭ t h ] -noun 1. an arch wherethrough gleams that untraveled world…I find it funny that I have always considered myself a writer and have told people I write when the fruits of that certain trade are very bleak in my lifestyle. At one point, I think I wrote for a sense of acceptance or sanity or something along the lines of cliché. It is odd [...]
I am not under the assumption that I understand everything. I think I come off as that way, to friends, family, and people I don’t know. In some places, my knowledge is helpful, and in some places my notion of knowledge in a particular subject is obnoxious – perhaps even rude. I feel as if I know quite a bit at eighteen when I know I do not; a lot of my decisions are based on impulse, want, and feelings. I am a nightmare.
