laaa.

I envy people who know where they want to go in life. I mean i think i want to get into journalism and all that, but i'm not sure at all. There are so many possiblities out there, so many to choose from, and i still don't have a clue. I've spent too long living life, thinking about the future, well you know what? It comes soon enough, almost too soon. bleh.

I need to draw the line somewhere. And yet i don't want to. I think that's the problem with me, i know i should but i don't want to do it. I know that it's for the better and STILL I DON'T WANT TO DO IT.

Still non-stop i've been thinking about that accident. And i'm worried about aaron. And i'm worried about those people's families, even though i don't know them. I just keep worrying and worrying. I feel so helpless. And that i've been horribly horribly selfish these past years of my life.

I suppose i'll just sit here and disconsolate.