aaww maann
hello
this is me speaking (typing). i say this because i feel like im always talking in some sort of song form. i think i need to learn how to have a conversation, cause this happens in real life too. even my thoughts are set to music trying to ryme. i need to shut my sound tracked life off.
with that said: i have to hand in a resume tommorow morning and i have to shed my buttons and pins, trade my checkered vans for shoes , switch my shredded attire for fancyness.
i feel like such a sell out.
i know its not that big of a deal but its just like if it pains me this much , to be presentable for one day, i cant image what will happen if i become one of these conformists.
dreading each day of sitting at desks and and computers and phones.
hideing my other personality from the man.
i made a promise to my stuburn self that i will never go back to school. but sometimes i wonder in these few long months that passed, what if i could have had a real dream or goal.
i used to think my dream/goal was to get out of school.
im so afraid of a month from now, i dont know how to act in these adult situations that im putting myself into.
it was nice to watch cartoons today w/ my kids , there and only there am i truely comfortable.
this is me speaking (typing). i say this because i feel like im always talking in some sort of song form. i think i need to learn how to have a conversation, cause this happens in real life too. even my thoughts are set to music trying to ryme. i need to shut my sound tracked life off.
with that said: i have to hand in a resume tommorow morning and i have to shed my buttons and pins, trade my checkered vans for shoes , switch my shredded attire for fancyness.
i feel like such a sell out.
i know its not that big of a deal but its just like if it pains me this much , to be presentable for one day, i cant image what will happen if i become one of these conformists.
dreading each day of sitting at desks and and computers and phones.
hideing my other personality from the man.
i made a promise to my stuburn self that i will never go back to school. but sometimes i wonder in these few long months that passed, what if i could have had a real dream or goal.
i used to think my dream/goal was to get out of school.
im so afraid of a month from now, i dont know how to act in these adult situations that im putting myself into.
it was nice to watch cartoons today w/ my kids , there and only there am i truely comfortable.