I’m 22 years old and sometimes I loose my mind. Most of the time I love the city, the parties, the socializing. But sometimes I feel trapped and want to pull my hair, want to jump in my car and drive, roll around in some grass, return to sweet Mother Nature. I’m 22 and I’m wild. My academic achievements might give you the wrong impression. It’s true I’m organized, but I’m also unruly. Have you seen my room? I’m mad. I’ve lost it. I’m a wild thing and my hair says it. I manage to get through the day, get through the routine. Lately I’ve been diminishing in my ability to pull off responsibility. I think the wild side is taking over. Nature is trying to have it’s way with me because I’m a wild thing and I’m fierce. I’m an animal with a prideful stature. I’m feminine, but not a dainty creature. I’ll stare you in the eyes and challenge you. I’ll run with you or I’ll eat you up. AROoooooooooo!