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Life is kind of fucked.
I think I grew up too fast. I've been so worried about having a career and being successful that I forgot that I'm just a kid. But now I've dug myself kind of deep, I can't go back. It kind of sucks, but I guess its alright because I pushed myself so far forward that I gave myself a little head start to life.
I found myself saying the other day that if I was to get knocked up today, that I could handle it.
Another thing that kinda grinds my gears.. I feel kind of outcasted because of my dislike for illegal drugs. Maybe drugs ARE cool? Obviously not, but how lame is that.
Today I had Graphic Design, barely made any progress, but whatever. My prof thinks I'm in the right direction. I have 2 more weeks on the project, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Which is what I always say.
Work sucks. I want to quit, and move somewhere foregin, and have a studio and nice clothes and just fucking paint ALL DAY.
My hands have a perfumey smell that I'm having an allergic reaction to, it won't come off. What the fuck did I touch?
I ordered pizza for me and Donny but he went out before it came. Infact, it's been over an hour now, maybe its not coming.