Story of My Life.

I was thinking the other day, life can’t possible get any worse. Some time in the future, I will be able to look back and think I’m sure glad that’s over. But because I’m a worrisome creature by nature, I took into account the fact that I might not actually remember these events in my life in the future. Hence, the creation of this blog.

Purpose of this blog: to record the details of my seemingly complicated life.

My problems worsen as each day passes, and I have got to stop bottling everything up. So this blog will act as my well of memories, as I pour out my emotions and thoughts for the world to hear. And the whole world can hear for all I care.

So. Life. It’s a complicated thing, especially at this time of my life. My dad is going anal on me again about my future. He simply cannot accept the fact that I am passionate about music, and not medicine. According to him, music is unstable, unreliable, and not a possible career path. He is adamant that my future is in surgery, and surgery only. I don’t know what part of no he does not understand.

I believe I’ve made it quite clear that I detest medicine, but it bounces off him like… some bouncy rubber ball things. I should seriously consider living with my mum instead. I don’t even know why I put up with him.