I am certain that I am my own worst enemy. There is NO reason at all for me to feel sad, but I do. I love this time of year, school is going well, I'm not in the poor house yet and there's all these cool new smilies. I'm doing, for the most part, what I want; what I've wanted to do for a long time. Why must I muck it up with this melancholy? I was sitting in class yesterday morning, with all the 18-20 year olds, thinking, "what the HELL am I doing here? I look ridiculous! I'm no kid." And, I think the kids sorta resent the older students. I keep my mouth shut, but you can see them roll their eyes when a 'non traditional' student contributes to class discussions. What am I trying to prove? I feel dismissed before I've even begun...
I feel sad about the professor--the one I love(d). I miss him. I miss that fantasy. How can you miss a fantasy person?
