Yknow I feel that I’m not even myself on weekends. When I’m partying, and drinking with my friends, feeling adventurous and young, naive, happy, carefree and loved, letting my hair down, I take it all in. On weekdays, I feel like as though I’m restricting myself to many things. Like, behaving. Behaving really well. I do nothing but go to school, take afternoon naps, sometimes hang out at the food truck after classes, living a mundane routine and not doing shit. I honestly don’t know which “me” do I like more. The one who has fun and nothing to lose, or the one who thinks ahead, plan and work towards a desired future. Am I still young? Am I still insane?