After four years of college, I somehow knew less about me than before.
No clue what I truly liked or who I was. All my work felt toothless,
redundant, and cliche (fig. 1), and when summer ended and everyone who
really knew me left to live their lives, I started to become aware of
who I am. It felt like a constant, pulsing meltdown.

Still fighting the toothless part, but I'm beginning to know myself.
Roughest and most revealing year yet.