Crossroads
My life sucks right now, for a number of reasons:
- I'm depressed. Don't know what kind of person I am anymore.
- Still working on getting over Kristina.
- I've got a seriously bad cold and my body feels like shit.
- I'm lost. I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore.
I had an epiphany the other day that I wanted to be a good person. I'm a serious hypocrite when it comes to helping people. I don't give blood to save lives cause it hurts and I'm selfish. I tell people that I don't believe in saving lives, but I do. I'm just afraid of a needle.
I've grown dissatisfied with my goal as an English major recently. I don't know what I'm doing in this field. I thought, long ago, about being a doctor once. It's a noble profession, helping people. Making a difference in my life instead of just earning money and buying fancy things. To do something meaningful with my life, like giving someone an extra month with their grandfather, would be nice.
I used to think it would be hard. And maybe it will be. But that's not what I was afraid of. I was afraid of trying, because I wanted to do something easy. Something easy and empty. I think I can do it, I can succeed in a difficult field, because I'm smart enough for it. I just don't try. Maybe I should try.
- I'm depressed. Don't know what kind of person I am anymore.
- Still working on getting over Kristina.
- I've got a seriously bad cold and my body feels like shit.
- I'm lost. I don't know what I'm doing with my life anymore.
I had an epiphany the other day that I wanted to be a good person. I'm a serious hypocrite when it comes to helping people. I don't give blood to save lives cause it hurts and I'm selfish. I tell people that I don't believe in saving lives, but I do. I'm just afraid of a needle.
I've grown dissatisfied with my goal as an English major recently. I don't know what I'm doing in this field. I thought, long ago, about being a doctor once. It's a noble profession, helping people. Making a difference in my life instead of just earning money and buying fancy things. To do something meaningful with my life, like giving someone an extra month with their grandfather, would be nice.
I used to think it would be hard. And maybe it will be. But that's not what I was afraid of. I was afraid of trying, because I wanted to do something easy. Something easy and empty. I think I can do it, I can succeed in a difficult field, because I'm smart enough for it. I just don't try. Maybe I should try.