I learned everything I know from a book with half the pages torn out.

I just needed to get my mind off the thoughts that are running a marathon through my head.

I do enjoy school, and I wear myself out when I do it -- because I MUST. NOT. FAIL. Ahh, the perfectionist. So, it's just a matter of me finding a decent balance between my life and my education...

I know how stupid it is to go to school and not knock out a bachelor's degree in -4 years, and even then.... I'm not sure I will ever finish, or if I will actually broaden my horizons and go full force. I don't know. I do, however, have faith that I'll figure it out. Shit will get done. It always does. Until then, I need to inspire myself -- and the only place I know I can do that, and be guaranteed productivity, is school.

19 and hardly employed, with... too much debt to speak of. dirty words. dirty.

I really have this gnawing urge to get back into writing, but it's still a raw subject for some reason. Right now, I'm not writing -- I'm babbling. I'm typing. I want to do something significant. I want to be creative with it, like I used to be. I was told I was born to be a writer.

But I'm still trying to wrap myself around that - and, since I have stopped writing, I have yet to find other fabulous and intense mediums to express myself with... but I'll never stop expressing and creating, with whatever falls into my lap. And, maybe that will be my saving grace --- I highly doubt I'd make much money as a writer anyway.

So, anyway, I'll continue to have my spurts of ideas for my writing and styles - and, all of my plans for something will be far into my future - and I guess that is because... I feel like I need to come full circle with a lot of things before I attempt to put them on paper. I don't want to look back and realize I had a warped perspective - I want to be able to convey the best message I can, and that will take more living.