blaarrrghh...booger booger booger

completely overwhelmed at the moment by everything i don't do and everything i'm never gonna do. all the places there are to experience, all the books i want to read that i'll never touch...i've gotten through a grand total of 2/3 of a book this summer. and how much else? i'm already starting to bargain away my short-term future for the sake of money. before i know it i'll be hopelessly financially trapped/tricked into making money for the rest of my life. if only i could have my own personal bohemian revolution that wouldn't end in poverty and welfare checks, i can't help feeling. i need money to not exist. i need time to fucking get my head on straight. panicking, panicking...