Classes start up again tomorrow and even though I only really have to go in for 3 classes, 3 days a week, I won’t be able to post as much as I used to. I can’t screw up my grades again this semester which I’m sure you all understand.
I also think I might take a little break from tumblr. Not a very long one, but a small one. I’m freaking out because I’m lacking motivation and inspiration and I don’t know what I want to do. I love taking pictures, but it seems so redundant right now. I’d maybe start thinking about coming out with a clothing line or something, but everyone does it and I can’t draw to save my life. I also don’t have the funds to do something like that.
I just wish I knew what I was supposed to be doing with my life. (I know, everyone wants that.) I don’t even know what to tell my advisor who wants to know what part of my degree field I want to go into.
Who knows, maybe I’ll give up my Communication Media Arts degree and go for History and become a historian so I can travel and be an expert on old castles and the stories of villages in foreign countries. Maybe I’m not supposed to do anything with my life, just be one of those people who never get out of this town and work at a dead end job for the rest of my life.
Especially when you have to share said room. My bedroom is super small when you have two beds in it meaning there’s very little space to actually decorate it. With two beds and a tall dresser, there’s very little floor space left.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m living in a dorm that we just moved in to. We’ve been here for almost 2 years and my room still doesn’t feel like a bedroom. I want to paint and decorate but I have to remember I share the room. Fuck. I just want shelves in there because it’d make storage so much easier.
I feel like I get attached too easily, and that’s not good at all. My feelings towards people have changed so drastically to the point where I have no feeling at all towards anybody. Boy or girl. And then that one person comes along and we have a great time straight off the bat, and I get too attached.