autumnal welcoming
seasons are a lot like living. sometimes things become very red. and they fall to the ground.
i want to get through this year as fast as possible. but i can't help but wonder what this next-coming year will bring. i thought that i would definately get accepted right off the bat to my first choice university, find a great job, move out into my perfect little studio, and live happily until i find the pefect career and marry some great guy and then live happily forever. yeah fucking right.
i think that i should stop dreaming for a while. or at least they become somewhat realistic. i'll go to community college, tranfer, live at home for two or three more years, find a mediocre job, move out and scrounge, and then end up becoming a store manager somewhere. manager of starbucks. who isn't in seattle at this point. i don't mean to sound so depressed. i think it just comes when i turn the computer on.
maybe it comes with the season. or saying goodbye to all of my friends. or feeling left out and unimportant in nearly everything of importance and matter. gionet had a point today. the high school is one big fucking holocaust. only he can give hours of speech on it. it won't change a fucking thing. this place is disgusting sometimes.
i want to get through this year as fast as possible. but i can't help but wonder what this next-coming year will bring. i thought that i would definately get accepted right off the bat to my first choice university, find a great job, move out into my perfect little studio, and live happily until i find the pefect career and marry some great guy and then live happily forever. yeah fucking right.
i think that i should stop dreaming for a while. or at least they become somewhat realistic. i'll go to community college, tranfer, live at home for two or three more years, find a mediocre job, move out and scrounge, and then end up becoming a store manager somewhere. manager of starbucks. who isn't in seattle at this point. i don't mean to sound so depressed. i think it just comes when i turn the computer on.
maybe it comes with the season. or saying goodbye to all of my friends. or feeling left out and unimportant in nearly everything of importance and matter. gionet had a point today. the high school is one big fucking holocaust. only he can give hours of speech on it. it won't change a fucking thing. this place is disgusting sometimes.