thatonegirl101

Not that I'm condoning education, but sometimes I wish I could just become a house wife. I can cook, clean, and fuck like nobody's business: Sometimes I ask myself what am I really doing with my life? Call it lack of motivation, sleep deprivation, or pure hatred for something I cannot figure out, but I'm not thrilled about college as most people have said I would be. Am I simply going just to please everyone else? Am I going because it's expected of me? It sure seems like that sometimes. I know I want to write. I know I want to draw, but what the fuck is the point of going to a church to pray about Jesus and God when I myself do not believe in the Christian religion or for that matter, most religions out there? That is one of my classes. Freshman Year Experience. Mondays the entire Freshman class meets in the church for an hour to pray. I know it's a required class and I'm actually not in any pain, but I just hate having to go. The last time that I went to church willingly, was about, 12 years ago when I was young and thought that everything magical was true.

I'm hungry, get me food.