I wish Jillian Michaels would come over to my house and yell at me
21. Christian. Texas. Hardin-Simmons University. Photographer. Sister. Runner. Dog owner. Best friend. Beautiful inside and out. Let's be friends.
And it isn’t that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live anymore. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn’t seem to be anything to look forward to, so I’d rather call it a day.
I love Jason Aldean. Just so y’all know.
Somedays I feel so inadequate and like nothing I do can ever be good enough. Blah, I want to just quit and just sleep for the rest of forever. I have a paper to write that I haven’t even started yet and it’s due in like 7 hours. Pretty sure I’m going to be sick tomorrow and not go to class. I’m so done with college and with class and with stupid people and with being away from my family. I just want to go home. I’m 21 years old and I still miss my mom some days. I feel like such a little girl, pretending to be a grown up who has a job, pays bills, and lives her own life. But I really think that the child inside never really left. She just got told to shut up and grow up before life came and did it for you. Is this what being an adult is like? It sucks. A lot. Always moving toward something, be it graduation or a job or marriage or children or retirement and then what? You just die? That sounds pretty depressing. I want to just enjoy where I am in my life, but I can’t because I’m always being told that I have to push forward towards something bigger and better, well what if I don’t want to. Too bad I suppose. Good night all.