This is all so confusing.
I'm going to start bloging again, because my handwritten journal has fallen on hard times and is currently sitting lonely somewhere, forgottern. It's going to stay there for awhile.
Anyways, I'm confused. This is nothing new, but this is an old confusion that is settling deep in my bones again, hard to move again, this bitchin' sucks and I need a way out-again.
I am going to be in an art institute next year. I am NOT staying here for any longer than I need to. No one is believing me when I say I am heading out of here, I need to start preparing.
I'm going to do something that my parents are not going to like.
I'm not going to sign up for school next semester. I'm going to work my ass off and earn something, to put towards college. New Hampshire sucks compared to MICA.
The alumni stories have convinced me. I want to go to mica, too, my portfolio is good enough. I AM GOOD ENOUGH, I CAN DO THIS...
I'm just scared about the entire process. All of it. Mother needs to compute, so I'll fuss again later on tonight when my room is "fucking clean" and whatever. Meow ♥
Anyways, I'm confused. This is nothing new, but this is an old confusion that is settling deep in my bones again, hard to move again, this bitchin' sucks and I need a way out-again.
I am going to be in an art institute next year. I am NOT staying here for any longer than I need to. No one is believing me when I say I am heading out of here, I need to start preparing.
I'm going to do something that my parents are not going to like.
I'm not going to sign up for school next semester. I'm going to work my ass off and earn something, to put towards college. New Hampshire sucks compared to MICA.
The alumni stories have convinced me. I want to go to mica, too, my portfolio is good enough. I AM GOOD ENOUGH, I CAN DO THIS...
I'm just scared about the entire process. All of it. Mother needs to compute, so I'll fuss again later on tonight when my room is "fucking clean" and whatever. Meow ♥