A search for an identity

So I decided to present myself differently. I cut my hair shorter and dressed casually to work today--even though most dropouts are found drunk at an illegal party. I feel like Tobey Maguire in Spiderman when he felt lost after his powers suddenly disappeared. I feel no connection to anyone or anything anymore. I plan on quitting my part time job as a photographer's assistant and live in exile until I can find the missing piece of my heart.
I think I'll just keep writing until I realize something, something new, something wonderful--that is if I could ever discover it. As a twenty-year-old college dropout, I still continue to search for my identity, for my purpose, and the answers to why I was placed in such a devastating position.
Well, wish me luck...