Well, today I went to that nasty ghetto beach with a couple of friends. It was fun. Got somewhat of a tan and burn. Good. Good.
Then suddenly, I come home to well you know, the reality of life….Absolutely no money to spend (broke from New York), Got freaking scared/nervous about college coming up….I think that is what getting me the most. And it’s not cool. Because it’s taking over me and I think of all the worst possible things that can go wrong. To tell you the truth, I rather stay at home. I feel I am not ready to take on life. I don’t know how to handle the financial part. And then I always run to my dad. I’m scared. I’m so scared. I need to keep a job so I can actually have money to spend on…well you kno…..EDUCATION. and other stuff. Ugh this is frustrating and I just needed to let it out……..
