People will often say that the late teenage years are your best ones. I don’t get that. I must be doing something wrong.
Stuck in a room that I hate.
Enrolled in a course that is seemingly shaving years off my life.
I feel like wasting my time. I could be doing something different. That would not be a problem if it was not for money.
Technically, I could easily change these things. But even though I do not like to admit that, I would rather cling onto some stability at the moment. I am ashamed of myself for not taking risks, which is what I have always wanted to do.
I never wanted to become lost in some soul-sucking 9-to-5 life, and yet here I am.
I am overcaffeinated and have barely slept.