Okay so my self-help books say I shouldn't sweat the small stuff, and that I should only focus on the positive, and that I draw in everything I receive with my thoughts, and that the only thing we should be ashamed of is our bodies, but none of them tell me what to do when I am worried.
I am in my final semester of school. (I mean I could go longer, but why? I haven't any idea what to do with the degree I am going to get, why get another?) And I don't know what to do with my life.
I am really worried because I don't know what to do, or where to go. Ideally I would just stay here, be independently wealthy and, like, volunteer. But then am I just standing still? Should I be moving forward? It would be so much easier making all of these decisions if I wasn't so crippled by what other people think of me. Oh, how I envy you, Angelina.
This came up today, when it was slipped into conversation that Roommate's girlfriend was moving in here in like three months. This made me nervous because I thought for sure I would be kicked to the curb (I wasn't) but there was also a feeling like, maybe I should be moving on. In the two years I have lived here 3 people would have come and gone, and I am the only one still hanging on. Is that bad? I don't know. I like it here. Also where else would I go?
Also I really need help paying for Europe. I would like someone to pay for it for me. And then I would like them to pay for an apartment for when I get back. Also new furniture. I need new furniture.
Why is life always to hard, for the most fabulous?