I can't sort out priorities. You don't even know how crap I am at determining what's important.
You'd think I should just pick what's make me happiest and be on my merry little way.
Oh ho ho, that would be too fraking simple.
I do feel slightly better knowing that you know, this is temporary.
Or I'm telling myself that.
I do think that's better though, telling myself that.
Admittidly, I don't really know what's better.
Downsides of being young?
Downsides of being young?
I guess so.
Listening to: TheReadable's September book review haul
Currently reading: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray
Most played iTunes song: The Acid Quill by Lauren Fairweather
NaNoWriMo prewriting progress: Minimal
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