Passion Project

by London Sperry

If you asked me in middle school, I would’ve said my passion was journalism. If you asked me in high school, I would’ve said my passion was acting. If you asked me in college, I would’ve said my passion was poetry, or, more accurately, the embarrassing poetry I wrote about Sam. Now the only thing I’m passionate about is making it from one moment to the next.

I think about the girl I was before everything went down with Sam. I was so excited for life to start. So excited for what my future would hold. I felt like life was a series of endless possibilities, surprises around every corner. But in chasing those opportunities, I lost the person I loved most. Now I have no spark left. Only guilt and grief.

I want to be this Bennet, the clean one, because the more trash you accept in your life, the more you feel like you deserve it. I don’t want to feel like I deserve it anymore.