sometimes i feel like even though i have such a GREAT plan for my future, it's not going to happen. i'm still going to fail and i'm going to be stuck here forever, drawing mustaches on my finger, taking silly pictures, and not washing my hair for three days at a time.
maybe this is really all there is? maybe all of the, "you can accomplish anything" is just something parents tell kids when they're younger so that they won't end up like me when they get to this point. but i'm already here so maybe it's just useless.
sean and i will never find a place to live and even if we do we'll never make rent. i won't be a good enough hairdresser... i'll probably be a beauty school dropout. seriously. i'm not going to get the job i applied for yesterday, i'm not going to finish all my credits in time and i'll have to go to adult school...
everything looks so bleak right now. i kinda have to wonder, what's the point?