tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142925112011-12-14T18:52:44.289-08:00Jaynoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14292511.post-79082889401425132432010-05-21T12:01:00.000-07:002010-05-21T12:02:33.407-07:00i have no words for you today. only a very bad headache, only a very acute sense of longing and i don't know what for. sometimes i get like this, where i am wondering what is going to happen, where i am going, if i am going to be happy when i get there.<br /><br />as of this moment:<br /><br />1) i don't want to go to grad school, ever. this is not negotiable. unless, of course, i change my mind.<br />2) i have no clue what i want to do in 1.5 years, when i graduate.<br />3) i am not sure what i am doing now.<br />4) i am not sure i want to be a writer.<br /><br />sadness abounds,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14292511-7908288940142513243?l=confessionsofaslut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaynoreply@blogger.com0