Dec 25, 2006 15:50
I jumped the gun and got shot. I mistook something and looked stupid. But, you know, it sort of feels good to let the cat out of the bag. It was premature, but it's how I feel. You can't blame me for that.
I feel more and more pressure each day. I want more from my life and I'm becoming impatient. School is burdensome and while I have only one semester left, I am slacking. I have no idea what I'll be doing a year from now and that scares me. Some people seem so... together. It's attractive. I'm tired of all the fake and I want something real.
The surmounting pressure has led me to do things I don't typically do and it's not necessarily a good thing. I guess I just feel like if I only have one more semester of school, I have one semester left to be a college student. The real world is facing me when I graduate. I have to do as much as I can now.
I haven't decided if I want to move away after I graduate, but probably will. It will depend on where I find a job. I feel like anything that's here right now, I need to embrace it. That mentality is what's making me nervous. It's what's making me act on impulse.
Curiosity killed the cat and now I'm dead. I'm glad this doesn't happen often because I'd be running out of lives.