This morning I’ve been faced by a year-end dilemma. My desires are practically beyond my current limits, and I clearly need a fucking plan to sort things out to be in a win-win situation.
So the plan is to either to keep sailing the rough waters or to abandon the fucking ship.
I’m the fucking captain of my own fucking ship, so I’ll probably just tread the waters and figure something out to get there.
No matter how much I wish that my parents could be more understanding and less protective and that I could have had a brother instead of a sister, they’re the only actual family I have, and I somehow I really do miss home.
Tonight I’m either having a fever or sustaining my laziness and hunger. Jesus, why does this life have to be this hard and depressing.