At first, I thought I was completely ready to be done with school. That I wanted the freedom and was ready to tackle on something with my life other than studies.
Now that I'm here, I have no idea what I'm doing, where I am going, why I'm doing this, and several regrets.
The regrets are the worst, really.
Figuring out this whole "growing up" phase of my life doesn't sit well with me.
I don't want to stay here.
I don't want to do meaningless work.
I don't want to get sucked into anything that will trap me for the next X amount of years.
As cowardly as it may seem at this moment, I almost want to apply to grad school just so I don't have to face this right now. Putting off that time when I become an adult seems like an utterly fantastic idea at the moment.
Taking the GREs doesn't though.
What happened to all the motivational feeling I had at the end of last year? That I was ready for whatever was to come and life was about to start?
Sigh.
Let's go back to being kids.
[Angsty, I know. So sue me! Post-graduation depression]
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