At life.

The End

Edit:

So sorry, I didn't mean to freak anyone out. It's just that in a week or so it will be going on to a year that I haven't been real happy with myself.

Without going into the painstaking details, I've been questioning basically everything I've been doing with my life. Not to pin everything on my father, but he has been telling me that I am throwing away my brians by going into journalism at school, I'm putting all my effort into something that is going to get me no where and jobless, why can't I be a doctor or an engineer, and daily reminds me what a goddamn waste it is. It sounds lame, but I have to say it's a grate on my energy and esteem. I even picked up a business minor to see if that would make him back off, but in the end it turned out to be a compromise that made neither of us happy and has piled on more work. So with that constantly looming over my head, I counter every minute I spend in school wuth a crushing "what the hell am I doing?"

Classes are eating me alive, I never had a social life to begin with (I never was allowed to do anything because of my overprotective old-world parents and yet my father suddenly has the nerve to wonder why I don't go out), and I'm just generally tired of everything.

Thursday was the day that kind of made me break because I had just done very poorly on an exam, and then was verbally and publicly attacked at work by a man (for something that was in no way my fault, might I add) who has proved to me once and for all that chivalry is not dead--it never existed outside of a Pride and Prejudice novel.

Hence the blog. I know no one will really read this, but I need to get some of this out of my system before it drowns me.