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i feel very frustrated when people ask me about it. aaarrgghhh.
Because i dont have a clue.
I’ve become complacent with what I want to become,so I’m okay when people ask me.
haha i remember one time i burst into tears on the phone with my friend because he asked me how i pictured my life in...
Ugh, YES. Do I look like I can predict shit?
cuz the truth is i don’t know. and that’s the way i like it.
please. you’re giving me a headache.
…because i do. not. know.
if i’d known, i wouldn’t have ask you.
the max. haven’t people ever heard “que sera sera”.
dassa nice ass photogram.
me: i want to do something with writing. person: oh, so like journalism? NO BITCHES I DON’T WANT TO BE A JOURNALIST ;_;
PET PEEVE, unless it’s someone who’s not asking to judge.
Don’t you just hate it?
I already know how to get there.
Yeah it’s common right now with people asking me ‘so what happens next?’ ‘are you finished with uni this year?’ Honeslty...
i really don’t know what i want anymore…
Its hard when sometimes you dont think you’ll have one.
its funny most people my age hate this question...i want to photograph for a living, and...
i know what i’m doing.
cause i still dont even know what my future is gonna be.
seriously. i feel like i’m lying every time someone asks me.
I ask myself about it often enough. And I am terrified that I will not be able to get anywhere I want to… starting next...
worst thing ever.
i have no idea what i want.