I beg to differ though, knowing the people I know.
But they do have a point; I sleep too much, eat too much and refuse to move too much. There are times when I often get up and wonder who the girl in the mirror is. How did I let myself turn into the person I am now?
I feel guilty thinking about the hours I spend in front of the TV because I just don’t want to think, the number of books which I’ve left unread because I just don’t feel like it, the countless number of unbelievably bad movies that I’ve watched just to waste some time, the number of opportunities I’ve thrown away. I feel most guilty thinking about all the empty spaces in my Life.
Maybe if I worked. Maybe if I worked my rear end off. Maybe then I’d get what I want and I’d be happy. But there’s just one problem in that: I don’t know what the hell I want.
I mean, seriously people, give me a break.
Do I have to have my entire life figured out all the time?
Because I don’t have a frickin’ clue where my life is going.
Everything is spiraling out of control and I can’t seem to do a thing about it.
Yea, 12th can be hard. I know. I’ve heard.
But bloody hell, it shouldn’t.
Because it makes a person very very frustrated and makes them want to kill someone and that’s not a very good thing.
Yes, I’m just ranting. I need a break.