It makes me sick.
Thinking about my future lately, you know. It makes me sick, with worry. I used to be SO SURE about what I wanted to do, and what I wanted to accomplish, but I find myself rearranging my ideas all the time now.
Well, I think I'll go intern for PETA for a while, then do SOMETHING.....That won't work. I could be a web page designer....but I'm not very good....I could have lived with him, really, if only he weren't more interested in anyone that's not me....I could go into advertizing, but I hate business.....
You see?
And what if I end up alone?
I WON'T end up alone.
But I'm not very good at flirting. I'll never land someone.
Well, I'm not ugly, am I?
I could stand to loose a few.
Alright, shut up.
Well, I think I'll go intern for PETA for a while, then do SOMETHING.....That won't work. I could be a web page designer....but I'm not very good....I could have lived with him, really, if only he weren't more interested in anyone that's not me....I could go into advertizing, but I hate business.....
You see?
And what if I end up alone?
I WON'T end up alone.
But I'm not very good at flirting. I'll never land someone.
Well, I'm not ugly, am I?
I could stand to loose a few.
Alright, shut up.