this growing up stuff... man i don't know
living is so expensive.
we're finally old. car payments, insurance, school loans, gas, food. i think with my low income job it's impossible to keep a paycheck. i think i need a raise, or just a new job in general. i'm in some kind of a fashion show next week for work. i think it's probably the strangest thing i'll ever get paid for, but i'm not complaining... maybe they'll let me keep the clothes.
so i'm basically writing this livejournal for amanda cause she said no one updates anymore, which is true. i seldom do, but i always read.... so people should write.
i think i peaked academically in my high school years. i feel like i'm struggling to keep my head above the surface. i'm constantly worrying about studying rather that actually studying. i feel like this whole school thing has stopped being my thing, but i don't know what i would do without it. i don't regret my school choice... i want to be there...but i just feel like i'm drowning.
sometimes i think i have more trouble these days because there are so many thoughts bouncing around in my head during class. my life never used to be this complicated. maybe it all comes back to getting older. it's just something i have to get used to. i need to pull my head out of the clouds and get the grades this semester.
i shouldn't have picked a career with so much school ahead of me. i'm ready to be out there. i want to feel like i have time to do something worthwhile and i'm sick of studying.
i think this is why i don't update anymore.
i'm hearing what you say, but i just can't make a sound. you tell me that you need me.
Then you go and cut me down, but wait... you tell me that you're sorry.
You didn't think i'd turn around and say, "it's too late to apologize."
we're finally old. car payments, insurance, school loans, gas, food. i think with my low income job it's impossible to keep a paycheck. i think i need a raise, or just a new job in general. i'm in some kind of a fashion show next week for work. i think it's probably the strangest thing i'll ever get paid for, but i'm not complaining... maybe they'll let me keep the clothes.
so i'm basically writing this livejournal for amanda cause she said no one updates anymore, which is true. i seldom do, but i always read.... so people should write.
i think i peaked academically in my high school years. i feel like i'm struggling to keep my head above the surface. i'm constantly worrying about studying rather that actually studying. i feel like this whole school thing has stopped being my thing, but i don't know what i would do without it. i don't regret my school choice... i want to be there...but i just feel like i'm drowning.
sometimes i think i have more trouble these days because there are so many thoughts bouncing around in my head during class. my life never used to be this complicated. maybe it all comes back to getting older. it's just something i have to get used to. i need to pull my head out of the clouds and get the grades this semester.
i shouldn't have picked a career with so much school ahead of me. i'm ready to be out there. i want to feel like i have time to do something worthwhile and i'm sick of studying.
i think this is why i don't update anymore.
i'm hearing what you say, but i just can't make a sound. you tell me that you need me.
Then you go and cut me down, but wait... you tell me that you're sorry.
You didn't think i'd turn around and say, "it's too late to apologize."