As I walk down this lonely road, I can't help but think of my own struggles. Everyday is new day, indeed, but not always a good one. Who do I really love? Who really loves me? What is my purpose in life? Should I give up? What does my future really hold? So many questions for such a young and immature mind. Needless to say, they are asked. By me and only me is what it seems. As I walk down this road of life, fighting and clawing my through the mess I've so carelessly made, I realized something. Everyone is walking down this same street.