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ok here it is. and IT has been a long time coming.
i don´t know what to do with myself, and i´m scared.
actually i´m not sure if scared is even the right word. maybe it´s unsettled. i don´t know what i want, yet i know i don´t want a career. not yet. not now.
new york, colorado, back to london (insert anywhere here) i don´t know where to go.
all my "plans" are changing.
why is growing up forced on us, us americans that is. education = loans and loans = commitment to a bank, a huge financial obligation and cloud over my head at the tender age of 22. if i wanted commitment i would have gotten married. there´s a thought.
this could be my first ever real journal entry. just be happy you didn´t get an insite in to today´s handwritten ramblings on being eternally alone. estoy en españa. sólo.
gosh this is sad.
my arms are pink. everything is starting to smell like africa.
i don´t know what to do with myself, and i´m scared.
actually i´m not sure if scared is even the right word. maybe it´s unsettled. i don´t know what i want, yet i know i don´t want a career. not yet. not now.
new york, colorado, back to london (insert anywhere here) i don´t know where to go.
all my "plans" are changing.
why is growing up forced on us, us americans that is. education = loans and loans = commitment to a bank, a huge financial obligation and cloud over my head at the tender age of 22. if i wanted commitment i would have gotten married. there´s a thought.
this could be my first ever real journal entry. just be happy you didn´t get an insite in to today´s handwritten ramblings on being eternally alone. estoy en españa. sólo.
gosh this is sad.
my arms are pink. everything is starting to smell like africa.