So, this week is the last week of being a student for a long time. As much as I would love to get a Master's, I feel like it's a bad time to do that financially.
Bottom line is, I'm scared crapless. I've been going to school for more than 75% of my life... now that it's over for the time being, what the eff am I gonna do? My degree isn't a very easy one to find a job in. I'm not particularly good at research and I despise editing and I'll be damned if I'm gonna be a high school English teacher.
Then there's the joyous experience of being single and not dating the guy that I want. I should be happy. There's nothing wrong with my life. There's nothing but good stuff awaiting me, right?
Why is it that I feel like I'm stuck? I feel like I'm ramming my face against a brick wall so much I'm gonna end up looking like a flat-faced cat. I just don't know where I'm going. I feel like Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady. What's to become of me? What am I fit for? Who will want me?
I just wish things weren't so hazy. I'm living my life in a thick fog and I don't like it. I don't like wanting something I can't have.
Whatever. I don't care. At least, that's what I'm gonna try to convince myself of for the next foreseeable future.