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Dear blahbloo03 ,
I know exactly how you feel. When I was starting my second year I was thinking of shifting courses and transferring to another school. But here I am today (still). I guess I'm not that fortunate enough to be given choices.
I've heard all forms of encouragement for me to keep going on and I've held on to the most optimistic lie: "Your heart for it will come." It still hasn't. I think it never will. How can you love something that was forced on you, love something you never really liked or intended to take? I know that I can be better as someone, something else yet here I am trying to be someone who can never really be me.
When we were little, we were told that we could dream and they told us to dream big. How broken we are today with the fantasies they've fed us. Oh Jennifer, I know that we are so much more of what they're asking us to become.
Life sucks and we both know it. We are no longer children. Responsibilities bind us, define us. There is no room for your heart's desire. It hurts, non? I know.
But we are strong. We are pliant. We will bend but we will not break.
I know you'll get over this quarter-life crisis. :)
- savantnicholas
I know exactly how you feel. When I was starting my second year I was thinking of shifting courses and transferring to another school. But here I am today (still). I guess I'm not that fortunate enough to be given choices.
I've heard all forms of encouragement for me to keep going on and I've held on to the most optimistic lie: "Your heart for it will come." It still hasn't. I think it never will. How can you love something that was forced on you, love something you never really liked or intended to take? I know that I can be better as someone, something else yet here I am trying to be someone who can never really be me.
When we were little, we were told that we could dream and they told us to dream big. How broken we are today with the fantasies they've fed us. Oh Jennifer, I know that we are so much more of what they're asking us to become.
Life sucks and we both know it. We are no longer children. Responsibilities bind us, define us. There is no room for your heart's desire. It hurts, non? I know.
But we are strong. We are pliant. We will bend but we will not break.
I know you'll get over this quarter-life crisis. :)
- savantnicholas