You know,
I thought that way for years, that I have no future. I wandered aimlessly from pursuit to pursuit not knowing what I wanted to "become". Then, things started to click. I discovered what I wanted to do.
I want to be a doctor
I want to be a rockstar
I want to be an author that people actually read.
I felt great for a while, woo I have goals!
Then I started to pursue them.
I am feeling stressed right now, due to several exams at once next week and so on, so I won't bitch much.
But I feel like right now the only thing having goals has given me is a standard against which to compare my failures. Lol.
Sorry, I just don't know if I am building character or callouses right now.
Man, this was supposed to be uplifting! *supportive inner voice: Well just come back to it later, maybe no one will read this!*
Good idea.
Gone to study and listen to stuck.
-Despondent Bluey