I. Fricking. Hate. This.

Why wasn't i born an African tribeman's daughter? Or a rich man's daughter? Or an orang utan's daughter? None of these have to take university exams or make sure they squeeze a degree in Biology out of their souls so that their parent's money won't be a pointless, crippling sacrifice. Nor would they have as much capacity to be a dismal failure. I'm such a lousy academic / exam-taker and i don't deserve my parents' investments. I wish i knew what to do. Right now. Next term. Next year. With my time. With my life.

Time to grow up, you, and slap the complacency out of your head. Things don't come that easily even with all that brain. Why was i not informed that the choices i make should make me happy, not ones that pretend to but actually are shimmering bubbles that pop when the heat is on?

And who knew i'd be so disappointed with my life at 20?