Black Thursday

I had another one of my "black days" today. I've had about three of those since the beginning of the semester and every time they come around, it seems to feel a little bit worse. (The rain didn't help either.) It was the same old questions that ran through my head:

• Do I like what I'm doing at the moment?
• Why aren't I more proactive?
• Why didn't I get involved in more leadership things at school?
• Am I even suited to this course?
• Would I be happier if I was doing something else?
• What am I doing with my life?

The worst moments always hit when I'm on the train, which is why travelling by myself is such a bitch. I need someone to talk to, otherwise everything gets bottled up inside and I feel twice as worse by the end of it.

There isn't really a solution. On some level, I feel as if I'll never really know the answers to these questions. I just have to wait it out I suppose. Or try to change the direction of my life if I really do hate it. I don't even know how I feel anymore. Everything was so much simpler last year. I wish I could rewind time. I could really use a TARDIS right about now.