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Seriously, college is all I think about now. College and life and death and dying and Goddamn I’m sick of it. I’m ready to be done with college and I haven’t even started it yet. I’m hoping that’s a good omen in the long run, though, because that’s the way I felt about prom exactly and I ended up having a blast.
But there’s just so much stress involved. If KT tells me one more time “you need to relax” I’m going to punch Colton in the face, because if it weren’t for him she’d be the same as before.
But life is life and it changes and so do people so I’d better suck it up and move on. God.
At least I’m talking to boys, though. That might help me relax (Jesus Christ).
Relaxing isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing, though. I’m supposed to be working, supposed to be doing everything I can to beat my way into a great school.
My mom told me today that I’m going to end up pumping gas. She told me to go to JCC for free. And meant it.
I’m just not even going to think about that. There’s no way. Just no fucking way I could go there. After all of my dreaming, all of my hard work, to throw it away, for that place?! I know I probably don’t know what I’m saying when I say this, but I’d rather be in debt for the rest of my life and do what I love than go somewhere to learn how to do a nine to five job and get plastered every weekend for free.
God. And there’s just no way I could throw away everything I’ve hoped for and thought of and wished for with all of my heart. Just because of money.
I know money’s important, and my mom would say I’m stupid and have no concept of it because I’ve never had to get a job, never had to make the money to support myself.
Well I guess I’ll figure that all out next year, won’t I? I haven’t gotten any experience with it so far, huh?
The way I figure it, I’ll either sink or float next year. I’ll either succeed or suck and come back home to pump gas.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t try to be all that I can. It’ll be like the dream where I died and watched everyone standing around, shaking their heads and mourning, “What a waste of potential.”
Well, here’s news. I’m not dead.
And I have all the potential in the world. I plan to put it to use.
Suck onnnnn that.
Kick Drum Heart 