Guilt Comes Around Like Paranoia.

Sometimes I think about all the job offers I've rejected, and a remote "Loser" chant goes off in my head.

I'm too self-centred, spoilt-rotten and good-for-nothing to even work.

It's not as if I'm in dire need for cash, but it's always good to have loads for rainy days no? And I definitely need more for my wardrobe expansion in time for uni, alongside other unlimited wants that every girl has.

Geez. I would have thousands more in my bank account if not for my procrastination. It is a huge sum, even to me!! It freaking hurts when you're reminded that you'll never be good academically nor in workplaces.

Perhaps I'm an archetype Gen-Y tai-tai to be. So uni, hurry up and begin...For obvious reasons, I shall need to place socialising as my top priority (never studies-what for strive, when you're already in the disgusting dumping ground for failures alike?). Heh. |

about

Currently eighteen, and waiting for my angsty phase to run out. I'm a slave to books, to unfortunate circumstances like "exams" and "assignments". My expertise is my 100 decibel scream and barking laughter. I'm profoundly in love with NYC, and there isn't a second in which I don't wish for a life there.

This is not entertainment nor a place too seek for deep musings.This is the highly selective, highly biased, highly opinionated account of my life. I just write, as I feel. No, not think. Feel.

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