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phoenixastraeaI am so desperately unhappy write now. I don't even want to write about it now because it will remind me of all that I have yet to do and the short time in which I must accomplish these things.
Lets just say that in one small email, my entire sense of scholastic self-confidence has been utterly obliviated. I don't even know why I'm here. Whether its true or not, I feel like a complete failure at the moment.
I feel unintelligent, uninspired, unmotivated, incapable, and absolutely overcome.
As my beloved Sting once sang, "It hasn't been the best of days...I'd like to fly away..."
Lets just say that in one small email, my entire sense of scholastic self-confidence has been utterly obliviated. I don't even know why I'm here. Whether its true or not, I feel like a complete failure at the moment.
I feel unintelligent, uninspired, unmotivated, incapable, and absolutely overcome.
As my beloved Sting once sang, "It hasn't been the best of days...I'd like to fly away..."
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Date: 2006-04-12 04:29 am (UTC)(Yeah, its hot, aint it?)