I remember waking up today to find myself sleeping on the couch. I remember a dream I had of mother and several of her friends arguing over what profession would be most profitable. Doctor, lawyer, dentist, dental assisstant, pediatrician, or pharmacist. I really thought they were there right behind me, but I woke up, saw no one, and realized it was all a dream.
I don't remember, or bother to remember dreams, one reason being that I know that I won't give a damn that I forget these things. But writing them down anyway, maybe they'll mean something to me later on when I try to remember what I used to think about. Reflection is another way to find out more about yourself, ne?
It's scary stepping into the shoes of an adult, which way should I go? Am I heading into the right direction? Is this really what I want to do with the rest of my life? I don't know. Decisions, decisions, decisions, I almost miss being a child...almost.
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