The future is always complicated. Where will I go to school? What will I do? When will highschool be over? When will I move out? When will I get married? Will I be successful? Will I have the same friends? Will there be tragedy? Bliss? So many thoughts ravish my brain. I think I want to be an addictions counsellor. My mom doesn't think so. I don't know how to tell her about my past. I guess God will provide a time for me to do that if working with addicts is my future.

Oh crud, so much to do so little time (and it's being wasted sitting right here)