Rambling...
I'm stressed...damn, I'm stressed. I've had the flu all week, missed some class, and finals are next week. I have a shit load of work to do by tomorrow AND I have a piano recital tomorrow at noon. Did I mention I'm stressed?
Why am I so damn indecisive? I never know what I want anymore. I don't know what I want to do, what I want to be, where I want to be...one day I'll like being a music education major, then the next I'll want to be a doctor, but I know I can't be a damn doctor because I'm too squeamish when it comes to veins and eyes. Or a psychiatrist, or a detective, or an opera singer, or a writer or an artist...Jesus, look at that. I need a fucking break.
I'm gonna go lay down. Oy...
Neurotically Yours,
Play Dead
Why am I so damn indecisive? I never know what I want anymore. I don't know what I want to do, what I want to be, where I want to be...one day I'll like being a music education major, then the next I'll want to be a doctor, but I know I can't be a damn doctor because I'm too squeamish when it comes to veins and eyes. Or a psychiatrist, or a detective, or an opera singer, or a writer or an artist...Jesus, look at that. I need a fucking break.
I'm gonna go lay down. Oy...
Neurotically Yours,
Play Dead