Sometimes I feel as if my life is closed and I can't open it. I'm in my Senior year, graduating in August. But I can't open the doors. I feel unfulfilled. I've accomplished much. I have an average gpa and my resume is nice.
As I've been told I look good on paper. But I can't open the doors. I'm not the type to have a pity person and bemoan the horrors that life has done to me. I'm a bit to logical for that. Yet I can't open my life.
Kate Chopin wrote a stellar short story "The Story of an Hour" which is basically about how Mrs. Mallards life was empty, closed, stifling, and she was married to top it off.