I have made a decision to live fantastically, phenomenally, ridiculously. There is not enough time, there is simply not enough time. So many words, so many thoughts, so many visions that jolt from my body, that rattle my brains and veins and bones. I cannot type them fast enough, I cannot count the lose papers, ripped and bent, that litter my school bag, that carpet my floor. They are covered in sketches and scribbles, notes for the future and reflections on the past.