So tomorrow I go back to school for my final year of high school. 
Tomorrow ends my 16 and a bit week Summer holiday. Yes, 16 and a bit week holiday. I didn’t even realise it was that long until I counted the weeks just then for the sake of this post.

DAMN it has been a good 16 and a bit weeks though. I’ve done almost nothing but hang out with my friends all holiday, shit, I even dated a guy for a few of those weeks, that was a new thing for me. 
My only regret is not getting a proper summer job (I babysit a lot for one family but it’s not a proper part time job). By now I potentially could have saved for a trip to England to see my family for the next Summer holidays.

I’m looking forward to this year at school, I really am. I am not looking forward to the horrible prospect of figuring out what I want to do in life that comes with the final year of high school. I always assumed I’d figure it out when the time came, but that time is SO CLOSE and the more time that ticks, the more I change my mind. 
I assumed I would go to art school and get a degree in fine arts, then I would figure out what I would do with that degree, through people I have met and influenced me. But my cousin recently told me about her friend that’s just finished doing the degree I was planning on, and she’s finished and now has no idea what to do with it. I just know I’m going to be one of those people because I’m so indecisive and lazy. 

These are the thoughts that keep going around my head when I think about this year. Then eventually I think “Fuck it. It’s not time yet, I’m going to have an awesome time this year and I will sort it out in good time. The year hasn’t even started yet.”

I’ll be ok.