I worry that what I have been doing for the last two years might actually not mean anything to me later in life… what if I decide to pursue a career that has nothing to do with my major? What am I even doing with my life?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
And that fact haunts me every. single. day.
Why is it so hard to find a purpose?
I know people are just going to say everything you’re doing is not for waste, it’ll help you come to find what you want to do in life.. because I’ve been going day by day for goddamn 2 years now and I still don’t know.
All i know is that my end goal: be doing something i love/don’t have to hate going to work everyday; be rich and successful; be happy.
I wish I was a Kardashian…
that’s exactly what someone who’s dating their dad would say
Opening a beer with a frisbee.
this is the most bro thing ever
local gay couple judges saturday morning runners
if i ever dont reblog this assume im dead
I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face
I’m surrounded by people who just wanna get blackout drunk for fun. Like nah man. Let’s go camping or take a road trip or do some stuff we haven’t done before. I wanna live.