Ello.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I suppose I’ll sit here and speak in a British accent until I do.

Pity. I can’t think of anything to say.

So long!

2 Comments


  1. you are 18, you’re not supposed to know.
    You’re supposed to be having fun figuring it out.
    And then sometimes you have the same problem again at 40. (Ugh)


  2. You’re speechless? No way.

    Dede’s right. Not knowing what to do with your life is what eighteen is all about. Then you’ll change your mind at 40 and again at 60. It’s all process.

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