Eh. I never liked that shade of blue anyway.

So it’s been yet another short month of uneventfulness and random cases of ‘what the fuck is going on?’. Not only am I still unsure of what I want to do with my life, I’m unsure of..everything else, it seems. I’m really tired of living in this state, seeing as there’s nothing worth sticking around for anymore. I have friends, some of which mean a lot to me, but this state…it’s been holding me down ever since I first came here.

But whatever. The way I figure it, I’ll most likely end up going to college sometime this year, taking some “realistic” major that I never liked in the first place, and end up in the usual dead-end job, hating my life and waiting for things to get better (which they never do). But, hey, like I said…whatever. The fuck with the world and the expectations of people who I could care less about.

So I’m thinking about looking into archeology of some kind. I’m no good with people, so why not go for a career that’d let me travel and be away from people most the time? Eh, then again, maybe not. I’m so unsure of what I want to do – what I want to accomplish – that I find it too difficult to concentrate on one path. Honestly, I don’t want to do anything special. I don’t want to be president or mayor or an inventor or rich and famous. I just want to be happy. To hell with everything else.