the truth about life

I think the truth about life is nothing ever turns out like you planned.

I mean, duh, that WAS kind of obvious - but going back at least 20 entries on this livejournal is evidence enough of that. Sometimes I just sit here and try to figure out how I got from an entry dating back 4 years to where I am now - nearly legal and just as immature as ever.


I'd write about how hard I'm struggling to finish my personal statement - but let's not talk about depressing things here. I've decided the best way to avoid disappointment is to AVOID optimism. I am NOT getting into college. I am NOT going to do anything with my life.

I mean, doesn't that make sense? Wouldn't you rather settle for mediocrity than condemn yourself to the devastation of failure? (Or maybe I'm being just a little too dramatic there?)

Whatever your hopes or dreams may be, GET OVER IT, because c'mon this isn't a Disney movie! Dreams don't REALLY come true people.

I should just shut up now.

(If anything I'm just lying to myself. I'll always be a secret optimist, and yes, I still do retain some hope of getting into a decent place.)