I am sick of the same veiw out of the window. lookin at the blue sky but not knowing wtf to do and ending up bored again.
i have lived in the same house all my life. i want to be in cornwall, i dont want to be at college. i realised that the only reason im there is so when my family say "so katherine, what do you do now" i dont have to say nothing. i feel so strongly that life is too short.
my mother had kid at 20. im 18 but i feel like there is so much living still to do. im afraid of becoming too old to have children, to old so there will be a distance between us, i want my child to have evrrything the best in life. not materialistic things, advice , wisdom as i want to do so much. i will be 20 when i leave school , where does that leave me. 3 useless A-levels and a dream without direction. i have so much to do, no money, and little time. i dont want to let go of my dreams, the western world isnt everything. i want to experience all cultures, all ways of life, and i want to fit in to one of them, i know my destiny is out there. its out that window, somewhere, but i have no idea where to find it or how to find it.
every second is like another nail in the coffin, every minute is another agonising search for what i really want. but im still sat here looking out of the window.
i have lived in the same house all my life. i want to be in cornwall, i dont want to be at college. i realised that the only reason im there is so when my family say "so katherine, what do you do now" i dont have to say nothing. i feel so strongly that life is too short.
my mother had kid at 20. im 18 but i feel like there is so much living still to do. im afraid of becoming too old to have children, to old so there will be a distance between us, i want my child to have evrrything the best in life. not materialistic things, advice , wisdom as i want to do so much. i will be 20 when i leave school , where does that leave me. 3 useless A-levels and a dream without direction. i have so much to do, no money, and little time. i dont want to let go of my dreams, the western world isnt everything. i want to experience all cultures, all ways of life, and i want to fit in to one of them, i know my destiny is out there. its out that window, somewhere, but i have no idea where to find it or how to find it.
every second is like another nail in the coffin, every minute is another agonising search for what i really want. but im still sat here looking out of the window.