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11/23/08(Sun)01:16:42 No.2217345I speak too quickly and slur my words. I would rather do homework than hang with friends, thus I have no friends. Overprotective parents. Fat/ugly (horrible acne), which is bad for a girl. Most action I've ever gotten was getting kissed on the hand by one of the theatre geeks. Never been hugged/cuddled. The two guys I like both want nothing to do with me. No one else in the world shares my undying love of Notre-Dame de Paris.
I'm
supposed to be going into pre-med to become a neurosurgeon one day, but
I have absolutely no motivation to do so. I'm only doing it because I
know that I have to. Science, acting, and writing are the only things
in the world that I understand. They're the only things that I'm good
at. Sadly, acting and writing don't make money nor offer job security.
I'm stuck with being a scientist/doctor. With two older brothers who
are both scientists, I'm stuck with this path in my life lest I be
disowned by my family. I hate it. I don't want to be a surgeon. I want
to be a journalist/author/actor. THAT is my passion. Not surgery. Could
I do it? Yes. But I don't want to. |