This morning I managed to screw myself over yet again by backing out of a set up day to visit a new high school. Counselors and my mom are always on me about what it is that I'm going to do with my life, how I can't end up being some loser that works in retail or something. I don't have any plans on living that long, which of course I'm not going to tell them. Beyond that, they cannot understand that I just don't care anymore. HS diploma, GED, doctorate, nothing, it just doesn't matter. I don't care anymore, whether I made $100 a year or $1,000,000 I just don't give a fuck. Eventually I will screw myself over bad enough that suicide will become an urgent issue and I will have to rely on less sound methods than what I have planned now.