Don’t you just wish you could go back to those magical times when your only problems were what to wear and what how to get through the damned quiz? Who just don’t?
See, the plan is to grow up who would have thought it was a thousand worst than a fairy-tale gone sour? And the tag line, there’s nothing sassy about it. Not when you’re the poor rich girl who can’t get over the fact that her playing years are way beyod her now.
It’s hard to grow up. Especially when you refuse to. Coming out of your comfort zone and conquering every miserable day afyer the other is not a feat I wished to encounter, but I don’t have much choice.
Always the sulky eh? 😞
Lo and behold! Again, I find myself in a predicament of my own doing and as much as I would like to blame anyone for my own partaking, this I can not pass to anybody’s shoes.
Well as it is, I am stuck in a particularly obtuse void for two years. How’s that for you homie? Away home, feeling alone, mean roomies oh could life be any better? Where’s that little ray of sunshine when you need it?
Anyway, sulking won’t do me any good or take me anywhere so as for my sorry ass, it better be concentrating on both getting savvy rich and/or way beyond stunningly gorg! If there’s a silverlining to everything, its that oh well, I’ve got two years of no-choice-but-work-my-ass-off to decide what I’d really like to do. Two years is a waaaay too long reflection time but I know that these two, seemingly infinitive time will polish me into something……. better I hope. 😊😊