Stuck between traditional parental views on stability and figuring out what to do with the remainder of my life while somehow conforming to those old school norms- which I won’t.
So fucking frustrating explaining that if plan a and b don’t work out, at least I’m working on plan C.
Everything happens for a reason. That reason is getting here.
Gah. Going nuts is an understatement, but being physically stuck isn’t helping my creative potential flow either.
Sticking to my own sub headline of Pursuing Happyness. Otherwise, I’m done.