Sep 28, 2004 20:12
I don't know where to start, or even end. I feel, and I hate it.
I've gone back into the black hole that was my self hatred, it seems to be stirring for no apparent reason. I've spent my life worrying about everyone else and dealing with their problems, and I've forgotten to have my own. To me my problems are immature and worthless; My worries are normally about boys and the like. But for the past year or so it hasn't JUST been about boys, it's been greatly about my friends too.
I think that one day (sometime soon preferably) I will just disappear for a while and think about my problems. I feel so self absorbed as I write this, but I believe that if I don't get help/away then I'm going to break. I don't want to hurt anyone or cause anyone trouble, I just want to get somewhere in life - unlike the rest of my family. I'm not going to spend my life here, I'm going to work to the best of my abilities and succumb to something great.
I'm not completely sure what I want to do, but I'd like to be a Therapist or a Forensic Photographer. Some people will rule out me being a Therapist because I seem to need a Therapist right now. And I agree to be totally honest. Whether I become a Therapist or Forensic Photographer is another story, but whatever happens I know I will try my hardest to be the best at what I do. Whether that's me being a housewife, mother, secretary etc I WILL do my best, and nothing but my best will suffice.
In other news: I really do HATE Kirsty, I may just have to murder her in her sleep...
Later days!
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