is going down hill. As of right now, I'm a stressed out seventeen year old who has no clue what she wants to do with her life anymore. I don't know if I really want to be a physical therapist forever. Why can't this be easy? I thought I knew exactly what I wanted, but now that everyone is telling me I need to decide, I'm not so sure anymore. I don't know what I want. I don't want to have a job where I'm stuck in an office, or even in a building full of offices. I don't want to work in a hospital. I don't want to do anything that requires me to touch needles or give people shots. I want to be able to move, and not worry about having trouble finding that job somewhere else. I don't want to be a teacher, I hate kids. I like little little kids, but I wouldn't want to teach them.
If I had to choose one job I would want it to be something with animals. And the vet thing is looking better and better. I've always wanted to do that.
I don't know what to do! I just want to crawl into a hole and not have to worry about this stuff.
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