I really hate my major. I’m doing an internship for a small, local newspaper, and I hate it. The people are nice, I just really don’t enjoy the work. Three more months and it will be over. Three more months and I will be free of college and forced into the real world. The working world. Well, I already know I don’t want to go into my field of study. I guess I’ll find something. I have a dream, far removed from the world of writing. I would like to own a record shop. Just sell music, all kinds, I don’t care. I’ll work my own counter, talk to customers, go home at night and write poetry. I should have majored in business.
I will make tomorrow better and not worry about my worries quite as much. I will loosen up and take whatever I get.