There're days when your confidence dips way low; Days when you get all disillusionised and jaded.
I've always held that I majored in psy for interest. Yet, there was always this bottle of memories at the back of my mind, of those days when friends were extremely thin, cutting themselves under sleeves and along inner thighs, and losing themselves in a world no one could enter. Save the world tendencies, and reminders of the fragility of the human mind.
Things are somewhat happening now again, but I feel as lost as ever. It was as if I never did tt second major. Like those years never went by, and I didn't learn anything more than when I was a fifteen year old. Feeling helpless as ever, I dissappoint and I can't help.
Doubts and frustration. For all that I am, couldn't I do better?
Pray and hope. Fifteen or twentyfour, just keep going. One step, at a time.