I need to get more sleep. I only sleep in brief shifts. And I get to school, and I can't think... and my mind is foggy. And I do poorly because of it.
I'm to the point where I don't even care anymore. Not about school anyway... because a career won't make me happy.
And a degree won't prove my worth as I person. Degree or not, I'm a smart person. Hell, I'm smarter than a lot of my professors.
I need to move... I need to get away from all of this shit. I need to get away from Philadelphia.
I dunno. The weird thing is, I'm not really conflicted or depressed about it. I just don't care about it.
It's called a "changeover." The
movie goes on, and nobody in the
audience has any idea.
I'm to the point where I don't even care anymore. Not about school anyway... because a career won't make me happy.
And a degree won't prove my worth as I person. Degree or not, I'm a smart person. Hell, I'm smarter than a lot of my professors.
I need to move... I need to get away from all of this shit. I need to get away from Philadelphia.
I dunno. The weird thing is, I'm not really conflicted or depressed about it. I just don't care about it.
It's called a "changeover." The
movie goes on, and nobody in the
audience has any idea.
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Come to Toronto. We'll live in a little house, not have degrees, and be happy.
(apathy is killer)
I don't want to waste four years of my life in college to get a degree i will never use, but i was conditioned to believe that is the ONLY way.
I have my cosmetology liscence. I think i could survive as a hairstylist. I love doing it. and if i ever got tired of it I could always go back to school, right?
who fucking knows.