this morning i woke up.
and i felt really guilty.
because i said some things the night before
that would probably be better left alone.
and i woke up. and i was sick for one.. minus one point.
and after i felt guilty.
i came to a disappointing realization.
i think i only have two years to live.
three years tops.
i don't really mean ilterally. though maybe.
but also figuratively.
i don't have a dream.
i don't have direction.
and i started too late on so many things.
why couldn't i have gotten a guitar when i asked through now to 10 YEARS ago?
why did i decide to go into certain classes NOW.
i'm a senior.
and after highschool.
i don't know if i'll have anything left.
i used to want to be a graphic designer.
or a struggling artist down in a big city.
working as a waitress to pay rent,
and buy food.
but i don't draw as much as i used to.
and i hardly know the basics of design.
except a bit of flash.
i get frustrated or uninterested in things after awhile.
and what used to be my passion.
or my direction is more like it.
is now something i hardly touch base with.
kinda like people in my life.
i don't want to be struggling all my life.
i don't want to work hard at something i hate
and have no time for things that i love.
for people i love.
i've been pissing around with a guitar for about ten months.
and i'm nowhere.
something i could have done in two or three.
i need lessons.
and i tried.
but it just failed.
and i started thinking.
after highschool.
what if i want to be in a band?
work on projects?
and just.
everything would be so much harder.
this is the time that people start those sorts of things.
this is what i think will happen after graduation.
it might start slow.
but.
everyone will get full time jobs.
people will move away.
people will lose touch.
i think i'm afraid of being alone.
of having nobody.
not like in the sort of community that surrounds a school.
i'll probably try and have a buch of fun.
with the people that choose to waste their life away
or the people that stay for the summer.
i'll probably drink and party.
maybe become an alchaholic.
pretend that everything will last forever.
enjoy the life of living at home.
and not going to school.
until september.
and then.
everyone will start their life.
and i won't know what to do.
and i'll be too lazy, and unmotivated to
WANT to do anything.
i'll end up working at a dead end job for years.
and then realize.
i wasted too much time.
maybe i'll pull an Elliott Smith??
maybe i'm wrong and everything will be okay?
after i thought about all this.
i decided.
if i only have three years.
i may as well make them damn good ones.
i put on my smile for the day.
and i already felt a bit better. :)
ahem... then i realized i had french first.
and that i had a detention.
and laundry.
and that i'm sick.
and that i have no plans or money.
so i'm stuck at home.
with family.
and a sleeping mother all weekend.
oh. and that womanly thing.
you know.
..i hate women. they suck.
acidddddd XPP yuckk
kill me now. -rolls eyes-
all control is now spiraling