So Lost

See? And now I hate myself for posting that cause I sound dumb. I don't ever know what is right. Should I broadcast that I'm upset? Nobody will react. But I want to reach out so somebody can make me feel better. But nobody will. So do I pretend I'm happy? But I'm not happy. Will I feel happier after a nap? But I just sleep all the time anyways. But I want things to work out with Matt so do I stay here? I can't let him waste his money bringing me here but keeping me here means more money. Should I go home? But at home I just partied...I don't go to ISU anymore...do my old friends really want me around again? What the hell would I do with myself at home? Get a mediocre job? But I can't get a real job cause I didn't finish college. But I can't finish college because I failed at it. I can't afford it either. But I can't get loans because Sallie Mae is fucking up my credit cause they think I haven't been in college.

God...what the hell am I doing with myself???

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Phoex said…
Oh PS a degree is not that great. I have a degree and I'm doing a retarded job that 18 year olds are doing, and even occaisionally being promoted above me.

My advice (and again this is retarded advice, I'm sorry, like I said--I can't even do it myself) would be to decide what you really really like doing and see if there's any way you can do something related to it, even if it means putting off school a couple years or not going at all. Or even working somewhere like borders? I don't know how you feel about it, but now that I left I realize what a great job it was. I made not much money, but I actually really, really, really enjoyed the people I was working with, and had at least one interesting conversation every day. You can't put a price on that. Of course--the downside was the bullshit with tami being a bitch and/or people getting played favorites, but that's why I say somewhere "like" borders, as opposed to "borders."

Like I said, pay no attention to my retarded rambling if it is not helpful. Obviously, if I knew how to fix your life, I would probably know how to fix my life too, and I would somehow make us both billionaires.
July 29, 2008 at 1:37 AM
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