Listening to: Lovers in Japan (Osaka Sun Remix) - Coldplay
Don't pretend like you're not looking down on me because I say I'm not going back to school if I can help it.
How the hell can you assume that I'm going to be doing this job, my job I have right now, for the rest of my life?
You've known me forever. Literally more than 2/3rds of my life, and you think I'd be happy with this for the rest of my life? I don't even make enough money to move out at the moment.
I've said it once, I've said it a billion times.
I will be a pilot. I will be a pilot, if it kills me. Flying makes me happy.
If I'm not well on my way to my license by the time I'm 20, THEN I will reconsider going back to school. Then, and only then.
(Sometimes I'm afraid I won't make it, that I'm not smart enough, that the only reason why I think this might remotely be the job for me is because my Dad tells me I'm good at it. It's terrifying. But if I don't fly, what will I do? Write? I'm not good enough at that either, I can never get my feelings down on paper quite right, I can't describe things as I see them in my head just so, I feel like such a fraud)