Choices

It seems as though I've got a countless amount of choices to make within ten days. Why do we have to choose all these things? Can't I just lock myself in the bathroom and never come out? It doesn't sound too bad to don't give a fudge in what I have to do. Just, screw you guys, I'm going home.

I hate choosing. Even the simplest things, like : favourite food. I can't pick one, because there're so many great dishes! One day I really want chicken, but the next day I can't stand the smell. It's so weird. Now they want me to make,probably, the most important choice of my life.

Seriously, who said making choices was easy?