do you need anybody? could it be anybody?
Well, turns out I ended up getting mono. Who would have known? Ha, that further entices my hate for pediatricians. So i spent a better part of October house bound with nothing to do and nowhere to go. It was a blessing and a curse wrapped in to one. Having mono made me take a step back and restore my roots realizing there is more to life than what you do. I have done a lot of writing and thinking.
I quit one of my jobs and stopped my extra-curricular activities. Point Park is a joke. I'm graduating, walking May 3 at Mellon Arena - come. By the time May comes around I will have two classes left so by August I will be completely done with my degree. I'm just done. Now when I sit and think about it, I have absolutely no clue what I want to do or what makes me happy.
It really hasn't been going too well in the mind of Frank lately. This isn't a pity plea, rather a calling to take life as it comes. I am a firm believer that nothing can be accomplished without goals but at the same time, if you are too focused on accomplishing those goals then you will get caught up in your work. Mentally, I'm burnt out and frustrated.
I don't know what the next step is from here. It's a scary thought but at the same time it might be exactly what I don't know I'm looking for. Trying to find yourself for the third time is more rough than any previous. Being 20 puts a whole perspective on things. I'm too young to drink yet I'm graduating. I should still have some years left in college, but I don't. What have I done?
I'm a people person, a socialite. I live for deep conversations and knowing there is more to a person then what there seems. It never dawned on me how hard it is to find genuine people in this world. Just when you think you're growing apart from old friends, in a weird way it seems as if you're merely growing closer. Straight and to the point- I hate the majority of the people I have met thus far in my college career. Maybe I didn't give them enough time or maybe I have too high of standards for people. Either way I am not pleased and it pisses me off.
I honestly have too much time on my hands. It's a good thing but it's not. Too much time leads to too much thinking which just depresses me.
Oh, LiveJournal it has been a while. I will write to you once again. Maybe sooner than later? I'll check back with you.
I quit one of my jobs and stopped my extra-curricular activities. Point Park is a joke. I'm graduating, walking May 3 at Mellon Arena - come. By the time May comes around I will have two classes left so by August I will be completely done with my degree. I'm just done. Now when I sit and think about it, I have absolutely no clue what I want to do or what makes me happy.
It really hasn't been going too well in the mind of Frank lately. This isn't a pity plea, rather a calling to take life as it comes. I am a firm believer that nothing can be accomplished without goals but at the same time, if you are too focused on accomplishing those goals then you will get caught up in your work. Mentally, I'm burnt out and frustrated.
I don't know what the next step is from here. It's a scary thought but at the same time it might be exactly what I don't know I'm looking for. Trying to find yourself for the third time is more rough than any previous. Being 20 puts a whole perspective on things. I'm too young to drink yet I'm graduating. I should still have some years left in college, but I don't. What have I done?
I'm a people person, a socialite. I live for deep conversations and knowing there is more to a person then what there seems. It never dawned on me how hard it is to find genuine people in this world. Just when you think you're growing apart from old friends, in a weird way it seems as if you're merely growing closer. Straight and to the point- I hate the majority of the people I have met thus far in my college career. Maybe I didn't give them enough time or maybe I have too high of standards for people. Either way I am not pleased and it pisses me off.
I honestly have too much time on my hands. It's a good thing but it's not. Too much time leads to too much thinking which just depresses me.
Oh, LiveJournal it has been a while. I will write to you once again. Maybe sooner than later? I'll check back with you.