Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Life seems so pointless when I really think about it. What am I even striving for? My Bachelor’s degree? And then what? A decent paying job? My Master’s Degree? And then, I suppose, I should strive for a husband and a family? It just seems so methodical and mundane. Sometimes I wake up and I just can’t find a reason for being alive. I know that sounds weird, but I genuinely don’t mean it in a suicidal way, just matter-of-factly. I wish I could go away for a few months. I love my friends and family but right now I just feel like I annoy everyone.
