35.Make a plan for the future.
I didn't actually, I just wrote some shit on some paper and then threw it away like it doesn't matter. And it doesn't actually. I guess I'll just have to go with the flow. That's actually how the psychologist I payed a visit that other day told me to behave and talk so I'd heal my social anxiety. He said, the problem I have is that I think before I act, and that always ends up in a hot mess of me stuttering a few vocabulary words I learnt at school, which is totally true. He also said it'd be more better if I just speak up once something pops to my head, Just do it. (Mhm, Nike and him have been probably hooking up..)
Off topic.
Totally off topic.
Anyway, I think I have a few ideas on what I want to do though;
THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL :
Finish high school ALIVE.
Read billions of books.
Publish at least one book.
Be able to speak fluently at least one new language.
Get rid of my social awkwardness.
Have so much Fun.
AFTER HIGH-SCHOOL:
Go to this writing shit college in Dhubai.
I think I spelled it wrong but whatever.
Be able to spell Dhubaihdlavgfjuag correctly without Gppgle's help.
Find a guy that'd fit me better than my favorite sweater. (Thank you Lana, for the cheesy sentence)
Have two or Three kids, or adobt them, I don't care.
Have a pet bunny/Kitten/puppy, Or Dinosaur I wouldn't mind ;)
Write and publish as many books as possible.
Find a job that has something to do with travelling.
I have no idea what that job is, but I'm only 15, who cares about my future job.
Anyway, those are just glimpses of what I'd really love to accomplish in the next years. That if I didn't die.
Isn't it just so weird, that you can die at any second right now.
Dear mum, if I died right now, I'm pretty sure you'd be curious to read this shit, thus, if I haven't published this yet, I'd love to ask you to publish it before you go burry me, if I have I'd love to ask you not to read the other posts because they're quite embarrassing, and there is nothing more embarrassing than having any of your family member read your blog.. And also the typos I make, god they make me want to shoot myself.
I didn't actually, I just wrote some shit on some paper and then threw it away like it doesn't matter. And it doesn't actually. I guess I'll just have to go with the flow. That's actually how the psychologist I payed a visit that other day told me to behave and talk so I'd heal my social anxiety. He said, the problem I have is that I think before I act, and that always ends up in a hot mess of me stuttering a few vocabulary words I learnt at school, which is totally true. He also said it'd be more better if I just speak up once something pops to my head, Just do it. (Mhm, Nike and him have been probably hooking up..)
Off topic.
Totally off topic.
Anyway, I think I have a few ideas on what I want to do though;
THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL :
Finish high school ALIVE.
Read billions of books.
Publish at least one book.
Be able to speak fluently at least one new language.
Get rid of my social awkwardness.
Have so much Fun.
AFTER HIGH-SCHOOL:
Go to this writing shit college in Dhubai.
I think I spelled it wrong but whatever.
Be able to spell Dhubaihdlavgfjuag correctly without Gppgle's help.
Find a guy that'd fit me better than my favorite sweater. (Thank you Lana, for the cheesy sentence)
Have two or Three kids, or adobt them, I don't care.
Have a pet bunny/Kitten/puppy, Or Dinosaur I wouldn't mind ;)
Write and publish as many books as possible.
Find a job that has something to do with travelling.
I have no idea what that job is, but I'm only 15, who cares about my future job.
Anyway, those are just glimpses of what I'd really love to accomplish in the next years. That if I didn't die.
Isn't it just so weird, that you can die at any second right now.
Dear mum, if I died right now, I'm pretty sure you'd be curious to read this shit, thus, if I haven't published this yet, I'd love to ask you to publish it before you go burry me, if I have I'd love to ask you not to read the other posts because they're quite embarrassing, and there is nothing more embarrassing than having any of your family member read your blog.. And also the typos I make, god they make me want to shoot myself.
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