....and im wandering 'round, im stumbling around, the door.
I really don't care.
No. I really don't... and I just don't mean about any one specific thing. I'm so hazy about everything. Tom asked when my holidays were and I had no idea. Tom asked me what I did in my website design class... I had no idea. Because I just don't care. I only take notice when I'm in the class and then as soon as I leave evrything disappears and I go back to thinking 'I should be doing better things...'
...and I freakin am.
I decided last night that whether I end up at uni or not I'm moving to Sydney by myself anyway. Yep. It's time for me to move out of this house. I'm not saying Sydney because I hate the mountains. I'm saying it because it's close enough to come home every now and then... but far away so it's not in a comfortable driving distance for my mum to come by whenever she wants to, "I'm 22 and I live at home" isn't what I want to say. Because then it'll turn into "I'm 23 and I live at home" and then "I'm 24 and I live at home" then soon enough I'll turn into some unmarried 30-year-old, living at home and I just can't deal with that. In hindsight 30 isn't even that far away. Where the HELL does the time go?! Why doesn't anything happen fast enough?!
*throws things around room in frustration*
No. I really don't... and I just don't mean about any one specific thing. I'm so hazy about everything. Tom asked when my holidays were and I had no idea. Tom asked me what I did in my website design class... I had no idea. Because I just don't care. I only take notice when I'm in the class and then as soon as I leave evrything disappears and I go back to thinking 'I should be doing better things...'
...and I freakin am.
I decided last night that whether I end up at uni or not I'm moving to Sydney by myself anyway. Yep. It's time for me to move out of this house. I'm not saying Sydney because I hate the mountains. I'm saying it because it's close enough to come home every now and then... but far away so it's not in a comfortable driving distance for my mum to come by whenever she wants to, "I'm 22 and I live at home" isn't what I want to say. Because then it'll turn into "I'm 23 and I live at home" and then "I'm 24 and I live at home" then soon enough I'll turn into some unmarried 30-year-old, living at home and I just can't deal with that. In hindsight 30 isn't even that far away. Where the HELL does the time go?! Why doesn't anything happen fast enough?!
*throws things around room in frustration*