They shoot the wrong way 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals.
I'm not versatile. I dislike changes. They make me very uncomfortable.
I don't like climate change, change of living situations, change of routines, change of shoes, change of hairstyles, change of time, change of age...
I don't want to go to drivers ed.
I don't want to be a junior next year. Because after that I'll be a senior and after that I'll probably fall into the abyss of some strange minimum wage job in a dive bar or fucked up cult that involves excessive drug use or living in my mother's house working at a book store selling drugs on the side so that I can afford a car some day. None of these are acceptable to me.
Maybe not. Maybe I will do something that doesn't suck...but I don't currently see it happening. Of course I could do something to change it...but there's that whole changing things thing again.
I know exactly what needs to change....
But whatever.
Whine whine whine.
I'm still procrastinating.
I went to my dad's house this weekend. My little sister is getting big. She makes a lot of noises....its pretty funny.
School is almost over. Jeez.
I'm freaked the fuck out.