Vulnerable

I really, really need a vacation.

Yes, I know that this semester is almost over. Still, I'm worried about whether or not I'll have my sanity at the beginning of next year.

I enjoy some of my classes. I hate the others. Almost half and half.

It really sucks because I know I'm going to do something great one day. I still have all of the motivation necessary to do so. I don't mean to toot my own horn (beep, beep) but the talent is there. All the qualities I need, I have. But it takes small steps. And I'm too impatient.

It doesn't help any when you can't imagine what you'll be doing five years from now. I can't even imagine what I'm going to do next week. I'm screwed.

Alright, I'm done complaining. I don't feel better, but tomorrow is another day.