Friday, November 26, 2010

Your hands are cold.

Warning: This post contains profanity.

(Insert salutation. Just imagine me greeting you.)

My last paper ended this morning. Somehow, I don't feel anything. Like, it's nothing to me that my exams are over. I'm already worrying about my results.
FTS.
Enough said.
I should stop worrying and start partying, the fact that I'm done with my exams for this year.

I haven't been seeing D, which is a good thing. But you know what's funny, I bump into his friends a lot lately.

I don't think college is right for me; I don't think business is right for me; I don't think marketing is right for me. I should've just gone to fashion school.

The only thing that made me happy today was that I've finally matched all my subjects I want to take next year. I'm ready to enroll next Monday. Honestly, I look forward to next year in college. I have a good feeling about it. That feeling may be temporary though.

I envy skinny, rich, pretty girls. Bitches*. Haha! But really, I do.

Know what I realized about myself? I've never been serious about my studies. I may seem like I do, but I don't think I've ever been serious about my studies. What's funny is, I worry a lot about my future, yet I'm not doing anything right now to shape my future. People tell me I have a bright future, but I don't see it that way.

And I should be blaming myself for my own mistakes and failures.

I want to be fcuking smart. Watch me, bitch*.


*Please don't think I'm calling any of you a bitch. I'm not. That's just the way I talk. 

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