There is just so much in there that I myself am feeling. Maybe it's part of being 19. I dunno.
I had my own little 'adventure' sort of like yours in France. It was neat and cool at first, but when it was over it sort of killed any sort of fantasy expectation. Now I just really don't care.
Then there's the whole 'growing up' thing. I'm still in high school. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. The problem is, I'd rather stay at home, barely managing to turn in enough stuff to not get dropped from the classes, than finish it and face the unknown of things past high school. The idea of a job scares me to death.
Ugh. Life sucks, and all that. Not that I have any right to complain, but who needs to have the right to bitch to do it anyway?
Also, yeah. Fucking Christmas songs. Goddamn Walmart here starting playing Christmas music the DAY after Halloween. I'm going to stab someone.
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Date: 2008-11-17 06:41 pm (UTC)From:I had my own little 'adventure' sort of like yours in France. It was neat and cool at first, but when it was over it sort of killed any sort of fantasy expectation. Now I just really don't care.
Then there's the whole 'growing up' thing. I'm still in high school. I'm not proud of it, but there it is. The problem is, I'd rather stay at home, barely managing to turn in enough stuff to not get dropped from the classes, than finish it and face the unknown of things past high school. The idea of a job scares me to death.
Ugh. Life sucks, and all that. Not that I have any right to complain, but who needs to have the right to bitch to do it anyway?
Also, yeah. Fucking Christmas songs. Goddamn Walmart here starting playing Christmas music the DAY after Halloween. I'm going to stab someone.