Let me be greedy.
When I was younger, I firmly believed that by the time I was 21, I would have everything figured out. Well, I’m turning 20 this year and it depresses me because I have nothing figured out.
I thought I would have a well paying job, a place of my own, and that I would have found love at least once, or at least just not care about love yet.
Honestly, I’m still only working jobs at minimum wage (at least I love the staff at this one), I am too poor to live on my own, and in the love department, I am as lonely as fuck. I do have an FWB, but I do not think it is anything like falling in love.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I am truly disappointing my 10 year old self, and that is pretty bad. I have learnt a lot since becoming independent, but that is not enough. I am in a rut.
To fix things, I guess I could either balance 2 jobs and save a couple of years for college, or balance 2 jobs until next term that I apply for.
It would help if I knew what I wanted to take. It would be amazing if by the time I was 23, I had my own place, a well paying career, and if I found love.
Ahhh, to dream.
- Histoire d’automne, oil on canvas, 50cm x 50cm, 2002
- Masque V, oil on canvas, 40cm x 40cm, 2004
(Source: arpeggia)
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