Sometimes I think it would be nice if we could be asked wheather or not we'd like to keep truckin' or change our course.

Whatever.

Anyway,  i quit Art college.
SURPRISE!!!!

I had a dream last night that my professors were yelling at me and circling me like vultures. Blaming me for incoherent things.

I hate that school.

Art in my opinion is about freedom and expression, and not about the moola, there was only one teacher who seemeed to have any passion. She was amazing but I should say that she sadly wasn't teaching my major. :(

It  was like a larger verson of highschool.
Imagin!
All ther kids who got made fun of for dressing weird, judging eachother!
Amazing, and revolting.
The pretenciousness* !!!
It was painfull, really it was.



So I left, but...
Now I have no clue whether to go back to that wreched place or...God knows! :(

Grrr, But through it all I know there are people who are struggling with things aswell. So,
good luck to them!
Good luck to me!
Good luck to you, if you need it.

Have a good one, k?