Fuck.

As of now, I have a few goals in life.
1. Photographer.
2. Travel.
3. Love.
4. Marry.
5. Family.

Sometimes I think I have an awful job; lately I know I have an awful job. As if sporting a hairnet isn't enough to ruin your day. Slowly your coworkers turn their backs, showing you nothing of their lying eyes. Yet, if I ever want to accomplish these simple goals, I will have to endure the days.
I keep changing my mind about my future. Give it all up, and strive for what I want? Maybe I don't want to major in English. Maybe I just really, really, really want to take pictures.
My mom asked me what I would do, if I could do anything.
I said, "If I could do what I really wanted, I would be somewhere else, takings pictures for bands, clothing designers, ads, artists." I can't just put my future on the line, and hope someone notices me someday.
Yet, I have no time to practice. I'm too busy listening to three hour lectures, and sporting that hairnet. And if it's what I really want to do, eventually, why spend money on glorified educations?
I cannot figure out what I'm doing wrong, but I know it's not close to being right. I know it, every time I walk through those doors.