Okay...so I'm a jerk, and I'm a weirdo,
And even if I'm lucky I'll amount to zero,
But I thought that you'd love me anyway,
I'm so not even worth it,
But baby, no one's perfect,
Yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway,
Anyway...
"Anyway" by Wheatus
I'm in the slump of the century it seems like. Everyday I wake up hoping to know what I want out of my life, but nine times out of ten, I'm still just as clueless as the night before. I used to be the girl who knew everything she wanted, who had everything under control. As of late, I've turned into one of the people I used to make fun of; a melodramatic, angst-ridden teenager asking every five seconds "What is the purpose of my life?"
I have all of these dreams, all of these passions, but I have no idea how to put them into motion. I don't know where I want to start.
I told my friend Jeremy the other day that I wished someone would just sit me down and say "Angela, do this." But then I realized that I wouldn't be happy then either.
Maybe I'm just meant to be a bum. I think I would look cute peddling spare change wearing nothing but a gunnery sack. Don't you?
I know I have no right to be complaining really; I have friends who love me, a boyfriend who loves me more, and a family who leaves me the hell alone for the most part. ;] (I'm only kidding about that part; I love my family.) But, at the end of the day, it makes me feel a little better to let out my frustrations like this.
Oh well...sorry to have wasted your time ONCE again. That is, if there is actually someone reading this drivel. Who knows?
