fairypoison

Okay, I got a comment and I've been convinced to keep up with my journal better. Isn't it funny how you never end up where you think you will. For instance, if you asked the 6th grade version of me where I would be right now, she would've told you Harvard. The sixth grade version of me would be kicking my ass right now. (to kinda quote MISTER DEEDS, but not on purpose) So, then my parents divorced and for anyone who's been through that you know what I mean when I say it turned everything around. I went to a technical school so I could support myself and got the fuck out at 17. Now I'm so busy supporting myself that I don't have time to go to med school. Will it ever change? Or will I make $40,000 a year for the rest of my sad little life? How do you have a family when you work 24 hour shifts. God. . .maybe I just don't need to be thinking about this right now. I was just looking at where I am and where I wanted to be when I was where I am. Still with me? Anyway, life sucks, you work your ass of, and then you die miserable and poor. And it doesn't matter how much money you make, it's never enough. What 19 year olds do you know that make $40,000 annually and complain?? Just me. . .probably. I don't know. Bills accumulate and you buy shit you don't need but that's what your teenage years are for right? Who am I kidding? No one wants to read about this shit. Peace. . .