Ambarsariya wrote:I had to submit a Declaration of Good Health vouched for by a doctor. (In the list of ailments I had to report if I had one of them, there was something called 'digestive system disorder', so I asked my mom if we had to mention I had IBS. But because IBS wasn't specifically mentioned, because the doctors we saw were perfectly willing to sign the declaration while giving me advice about IBS, and because if I couldn't declare good health I would not be allowed to attend college, we signed it and gave it in.)
F*CK.
God, I don't even remember what I wrote now. *runs back and reads* *cringes*
Dude, how did that even make sense to you? It's so abstract and so random, even I can't understand it.
You're right about the purpose thing, and I know it, I guess I just lost sight of that in my sadness.
Thing is, I do have a talent. And I do want to use it. I'm just too scared to give it a shot and fight for it.
I'm too scared to fight for it.
Gosh, self-awareness can be such a bitch.
At risk of sounding like a wuss, what do I do?