Pleasant dreams are few and far between
I don't think I've ever been this sad for this long before. Every day I have 10x more depressing thoughts than pleasant ones. I'm really not sure if I'm just being irrational or not. I'd like to think that everyone else is as unsure about their future as I am, but somehow I doubt it. Everyone else seems to have some goal or at least some interest that they can find work in. I'm sure everyone else worries about having to leave albany or their hometown and leaving their friends and family behind, but it really bothers me. I cried in front of my advisor yesterday. Quite possibly the most embarrassing moment I've ever had. Here I am, 21 years old, crying in front of some professor who could really give a shit less. How pathetic.