I think I killed a dream. I have killed the dream of being a psychologist. That doesn’t even look like a word to me now. I am to be a nurse because mommy said so. I don’t really see myself as a potential nurse but whatever. I almost failed my psych class last semester.So my mom was like, I want you to have a job after you graduate so join the nursing program, you can go back to school and get your master’s in psych. Oh my god, I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into. For the rest of my life I’ll be a nurse, so I could get a job. I don’t even know. What would be the point of life, if I got a job that I didn’t want…I’ll do it. I give up. Life is BULLSHIT. Might as well kill my other dreams as well. But I won’t kill myself just yet…I think I still have many adventures to endure.
I feel like I complain a lot here. I think this is what this is for.