I Have a Confession

The rutt is inevitable. Waiting out the storm is all I fear left. I've become confused...my mind trying to figure out a maze of possibilities...most of them ending badly. That is, unless there really is something out there for me in the path I'm currently taking. No one is ever safe for very long in their haven. I have no solution yet for my life rutt. And I believe the journey has only begun. I created this. I chose to take the hard way. Now, I don't know how to finish what I've started. The path I've chosen reads like a neverending road. A road in which may not reward me with the satisfaction I so deserve after such hard work. I refuse to believe that my uncle was right when he told me I'm incompetent and belong living with my mother for the rest of her life. I refuse to break down to the cruel assumptions that I have nothing to give back to the music world once I graduate...and I refuse to lay down and give up while giving my life to being a house wife...shutting myself away from the world. I don't want to let this happen, but don't know how to stop it either.