Why the hell am I doing this? I'm not made to do this. My heart refuses to beat each time I think about my future: it thinks that it won't exist if I continue being so stubborn, holding on to what I should not.
I don't even know what's actuarial studies about, I'm only taking it because I've been offered. I feel that I'll look back on this entry 5 years later and slap myself in the face for taking one big route in life.
"but what wil you do if not this?"
and that's the question
that I can't answer.
so fuck life, for the moment. I just want to escape. to cry, to die. to not think.
To get married.
I don't even know what's actuarial studies about, I'm only taking it because I've been offered. I feel that I'll look back on this entry 5 years later and slap myself in the face for taking one big route in life.
"but what wil you do if not this?"
and that's the question
that I can't answer.
so fuck life, for the moment. I just want to escape. to cry, to die. to not think.
To get married.
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