All I gots is Coca-cola today. Docta P was wearing on my taste buds after four 24 packs in one week.
And let's start from the initial sad. First, at court, they told me I was doing good. Strangely, instead of making me happy, (Well, I was for awhile) it kinda depressed me. I mean, think of it this way: Even on my very best week, where I do everything absolutely perfect, the BEST thing that happened to me was I didn't got to jail.
Second, I was working today, and went to lunch with my lesbian friend, as is our prearranged thing. We always have lunch together. Instead of making me happy, once again, it depressed me for two reasons. First, she noticed somethings that pointed to me being depressed, mostly that I wasn't eating much and was showing more emotion than normal. Then, we were talkin' bout college, and she said this, "I just don't want to work here for the rest of my life, you know?"
Fuck.
Now I'm thinking about college, but even at 20, I still have NO idea what I want to do for a living. I was thinking about maybe chemistry of some sort, or perhaps Bio-something, I think I would enjoy those, but the thing I really love is writing, which is not the most profitable venture.
And then I got onto a tangent from the college thing, about the whole 'Relationships' issue. I'm beginning to believe that I'd rather be celibate, just because it's so much less stressful. I'm sure I could go out and get a girlfriend or get laid or whatever, but I just don't want to. My body has the urges, but my mind is disinclined.
Writing it out, it doesn't seem so bad, but still. It made me sad. Then I drove my lesbian friend home from work, and I think she thinks that I'm trying to get into her pants, when I'm very strenuously of the opposite position.
Anyway. Discuss. :/