moments of fay

I am reading the blog by Twisted Heart, Endless Endeavor. "No Matter How Hard I Try, It All Stays The Same." I can't help notice similarities to Kate. She is a young woman named Fay. She breathes in a place that seems decided upon by other people. She is young and trapped and silently yearning for a self-propelled direction. She is seventeen and I am wondering if Kate was once her, searching and holding on to every small measure of security, depressed over lack of substance, which these capricious loves beget. I am curious where this young woman, Fay, will go, and to what post will she find herself, cornered by confusion as to how this rough draft that is her life never seems to be polished.