Feb 29, 2004 15:51
I'm sick of thinking of reasons that I'm crap. I'm sick of thinking of ways to better myself and then not sticking to them. As of tomorrow, my holidays are over and I'm back to school. I have not enjoyed my holidays. Everything I did, I felt guilty. I don't care anymore. I'm never going to be this young again, I'm never going to have this kind of freedom again. I smoke too much, I drink too much, I stay up late and I sleep into the afternoon. I waste far too much time on the computer. I'm a lazy slob. But I'm nineteen, I can get away with it. At least I should be able to get away with it. I haven't felt very healthy, and I know exactly what's causing it. Having a drink too many is not going to hurt me at my age, not by a long shot. Being stressed about the fact is going to kill me. I just spent three months feeling bad about every time I enjoyed myself. I'd have probably had a better holiday cleaning a warthog enclosure.
This is the way I live, I'll never be able to live this again. Nobody can make me feel guilty for being me. Especially not me. I pretend I don't care when I'm rebuked, but I do care. Not any more.