The best Friday night ever:
cuddled up on my couch with some chocolate chip cookies while watching Coco Chanel and blogging away.
I love it.. i think this is what I was always meant to do. Nothing.
Oh poor Coco, her story does slightly break my heart. Fucking men.
Anywho, i was in bed about an hour ago, but couldn't sleep.. I'm looking forward to moving out next year, I'm scared to; I know, I know, I'm 20-but i still am.
I mean living with my family is great, and I'm so happy here that moving out seems obscene, but if I don't do it now, I'm afraid I won't do it ever, I'll be like a 30 year old man living at home while his mother washes his unmentionables. I cannot let that happen, and so I'm going to fulfill my life's biggest goal, finish studying fashion and take my life out to London, England.
I guess my dream is big, but it isn't impossible now is it? I don't feel like it is. I mean logically, it may be hard to achieve- or not. I'm scared, I am... I feel like I need someone to tell me that it's okay, and that I can do it. I do have a few classmates who are there and are supportive but I still need to convince myself.
Toronto may have something for me, but it feels too easy. London may sound cliche, but sometimes big dreams do. I'm looking forward to living alone, starting my life. I'm a little excited if that is safe to say.
These thoughts come easier when I'm in bed staring at my dark ceiling while listening to my fan swivel.
cuddled up on my couch with some chocolate chip cookies while watching Coco Chanel and blogging away.
I love it.. i think this is what I was always meant to do. Nothing.
Oh poor Coco, her story does slightly break my heart. Fucking men.
Anywho, i was in bed about an hour ago, but couldn't sleep.. I'm looking forward to moving out next year, I'm scared to; I know, I know, I'm 20-but i still am.
I mean living with my family is great, and I'm so happy here that moving out seems obscene, but if I don't do it now, I'm afraid I won't do it ever, I'll be like a 30 year old man living at home while his mother washes his unmentionables. I cannot let that happen, and so I'm going to fulfill my life's biggest goal, finish studying fashion and take my life out to London, England.
I guess my dream is big, but it isn't impossible now is it? I don't feel like it is. I mean logically, it may be hard to achieve- or not. I'm scared, I am... I feel like I need someone to tell me that it's okay, and that I can do it. I do have a few classmates who are there and are supportive but I still need to convince myself.
Toronto may have something for me, but it feels too easy. London may sound cliche, but sometimes big dreams do. I'm looking forward to living alone, starting my life. I'm a little excited if that is safe to say.
These thoughts come easier when I'm in bed staring at my dark ceiling while listening to my fan swivel.
