i have no idea where i'm going with my life.

i don't know what i want to be when i grow up.
hell, i don't even know if i want to go to school ever again.
well of course i don't. if i had a choice i wouldn't.
but i don't ):

why couldn't i be born as a hotel heiress or osmething so i can live like a pampered mindless little girl. i'd be stupid and selfish and an idiot, but i'd probably still be happier.
that's all that matters in the end, isn't it?

i don't know. i don't know anything much nowadays.
all i know is that i need more sleep. i'm wayy too tired and stressed. it's week 3 and my mind is screaming for another holiday.

i need a break. yr10 sucks.