Simply Complicated

Yahweh

I finally figured out what my autobiography would be titled. Simply Complicated. It's something that perfectly describes the way I am. Because anybody who's anybody knows that I strive to be simplistic and I love simple things, and yet my life is a complicated something? Yeah, I'm a pro at saying things.

Whilst living on my own, I've thought a lot about my future. A good thing? Who knows. What do I want out of life? Too many things to count. The classic traditional things 99% of woman want and think about as children. A loving husband (who's also quite attractive), children, etc. Now it gets a little tougher. I wanna be happy, but how exactly do I get there? *crickets are chirping*

I've also realized so many people who I distantly know are either coming home from their missions or getting married. Where has the time gone? A certain someone got home and life got complicated again. A reminder of a dream, a dream that helped me feel pulled together and yet fallen apart at the same time. A dream that is exactly its title, a dream. A dream that started in financial lit class in high school, and will last forever in my heart. Do I sound like I'm in love? Maybe, although nothing in the slightest ever happened so don't lose your heads.

Moving on. This job I have has been tough and frustrating and exhausting, and everything in between. I'm basically doing it because I need the money, but I don't plan on being there forever because two reasons. 1) I'd go crazy, and 2) I don't want to be in a job or anywhere in life just because it pays well. That is just not my goal and personality. Now all thanks to this job, I'm also a very unsocial person, at least more so now than I was. ugh.

Anyways, be good, kids
See you next time on Mercedes is Confusing!

Love ya,
Mercedes