To be honest, I'm not the kind to really care much about, well, anything really. I'm more a live and let go kinda girl, but at the minute I'm not happy. There seems to be nothing going on anywhere and I need some sort of excitement or something to look forward to, to convince me that there is a point as to why I trudge through life with no passion for anything (except Jake Gyllenhaal of course).
Along with that is the cosmic bitch slap which informs me it'll be years before I'm living the high life like I want to. Years before I have my Chanel and Dior and *sigh* Marc Jacobs. Nobody can tell you what will happen in life and you have to sort of work it out yourself, but I'm not okay with how little is going on. I need fun and I need it now. My life is a constant loop of coursework, nagging and disappointment from dickheads whose ego needs to deflate just a little bit.
The most irritating this is how totally unsupportive people are. Of course it doesn't really matter because I know Mum will always be there for me, but it would be nice if other people believed in my dreams. The more people shit on my aspirations, the more I visualise them working behind the counter in McDonalds. Lucky them eh? Trust me, I won't be putting my Gucci down on their greasy counters!
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