I'm sitting in bed right now.
I had this thought and for some reason I just felt the need to put it out there.
I honestly have no idea what my future holds for me. I'm eighteen, about to graduate from high school and I still have no clue exactly what I want to do with my life.
All I know is that whatever path I take, I want to end up living in New York, the big apple. I want to have a small apartment and wake up on Saturday mornings to the sound of car horns and people talking. I want to wake up on those Saturdays and drink coffee and write in my blog, just like I'm doing now.
I honestly don't know why, but that's what I want.