I hate bad days that end well. I feel like the day should pick, and it should either be bad or good, and it should be an all or nothing deal. Either everything I touch should be shit or gold, because shitty gold is good for no one.

School has me down. I used to be so sure of everything, and now I have no idea. I hate to say it, but I almost am on the verge of kind of missing high school. There were so many possibilities then, and when I graduated I was so sure of how I saw my life. Even last year, despite all the change I still had a constant future. I don't know what's happened this year, but I'm having serious indecision about what I'm going to do after college. Law school has never seemed like an actual tangible idea, but now it is. I'm not sure I'm smart enough for it, or if I have the commitment for it. But is counseling really what I want to do either?

I guess possibilities are fun for awhile, but then they just get overwhelming.

Sophomore slump, party of one.