Questions and Thought Processes.

Journal, sweet journal.

Report is due on Friday. Who cares about fuel production and nuclear power. I don't. I will never need to know such knowledge in the future.
Art. My art teacher is crazy. I just passed my essay and she gives me a HA6. Crazy.
The Making Task is due soon. I haven't started.
I hate art.

Year 12 is nearly finished. Less than 5 weeks left. Exams, formal, last day, over. Forever.

FML. Don't even get me started on the formal.

Schoolies? Surface Paradise? Fraser Island? Rainbow Beach? Thailand? Japan?
A coast somewhere would be nice. Who with? Meh. I just want to get wasted and not think about life.

Christmas. Kill me now. How much am I going to spend this year on silly little gifts for family, and friends who I probably won't ever see again. What will I get them?
The chances that I will get paints again from all of my relatives is higher than 99%. Groan.

Then after that? Get my OP. Get my QTAC shit back. Will I get into a University? Which preference will it be?
Will I fit in? Will I make friends? Will I be invited to parties?
Will I actually do well in my course? Will I enjoy it? Will I hate it? Will I decide to change courses? What college will I get into?

If I don't get into University, what will I do? I can't stay in this shit hole. Who wants to live inside a giant extinct volcano that is prone to flooding?
Definitely not me.
Will I keep my job? Will I move to Brisbane? Or Sydney? Or the Gold Coast? Where will I work?

What about a car? I can't do anything without a car. I need my P's. I need to get hours up. How?
No car = no freedom = no life = death.

What happens if I get homesick? What happens if my puppy dies? What if my mother's house burns down?

What happens if nothing goes to plan? What if I can't afford fuel? What would happen if I can't afford university?!



I don't ever want to grow up.