I dream big. REALLY big. Through the years, some of my dream jobs have included a chef, actress, archaeologist, doctor, writer, forensic scientist, rancher, and professional snowboarder. I want to go to some awesome colleges. I want to live in places like Vancouver and Montana and London. I want to join the national guard. I don't want to get married, but who says I can't fall in love? I want only enough money to get from place to place, and maybe eventually settle down. Have a house. I don't know if I want kids. Maybe? And then I realize, life is pretty freaking short. Who knows if I will have time to do these things? Who knows if I'll get sick or if I'll get hurt in some freak accident. Who knows if I'll ever amount to anything great enough to do these things?
I have a thing for nature. If I could live in the woods somewhere, I would be happy. I don't like the drama of people. I like quiet. Quiet... is perfect for me. If I ever lived in the city, it would be for a little time. Maybe go to college in the city and get my fill of it, then just go somewhere else.
I can't handle figuring things out, because lately I'm insanely emotional or something. I think about things way too much. I romanticize everything. I wish I could just write my life down on a piece of paper and have it happen like that. But nothing happens like that. Why should I be lucky enough to get a free pass like that?
Life sucks. then you die. I don't want my life to be like that at all.
