It's MY life, dammit!
I just got done talking with my sister Jenny. Literally EVERY conversation I have with her involves her trying to convince me to be in a band with her, telling me how I shouldn't waste my life. But I mean, I've got plans of my own. And I'm NOT planning to waste my life! God. I AM going to find something I love and do it. On my own.
I love her; I really do. But I just get so weary of this same conversation. I'm weary of her telling me that I should be singing RIGHT NOW while I'm young. It makes me second-guess myself and get all flustered. I just wish she'd stop pressuring me.
On a completely unrelated note, I want this dress
so very badly. But it's sold out EVERYWHERE. Just last week they had it at the Mall of America, which is where I fell in love with it, but it was only in a small and wouldn't fit my fat ass ,-_-,
I love her; I really do. But I just get so weary of this same conversation. I'm weary of her telling me that I should be singing RIGHT NOW while I'm young. It makes me second-guess myself and get all flustered. I just wish she'd stop pressuring me.
On a completely unrelated note, I want this dress
so very badly. But it's sold out EVERYWHERE. Just last week they had it at the Mall of America, which is where I fell in love with it, but it was only in a small and wouldn't fit my fat ass ,-_-,