Hmmm, this has been going on for a while. Maybe it has something to do with hormones and shit. I’m in a sorry state trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Some days, I feel like I have no ambition whatsoever. Some days, I feel like I’m reaching too far up. I want to be in love with what I’m going to do, even if the affair doesn’t last a long time. I can’t imagine doing something I don’t love even if it is just for a while. I’m too picky and too idealistic. Or maybe I just think too much.
Dominique Directo. call me Nikki.
I'm a 21-year-old, BA Psychology student.
I write poems and stories, well, I still can't finish my stories.
Right now: I'm a graduating student. I'm trying to maintain another blog. And I'm in the middle of re-evaluating my dreams. I still haven't gone to the National Library. I'm scared of life after college, but I'm excited! ;)