Mid way through first period today, I realized that I don't know what I want to do with my life. For a while, I've been looking into Forensic Psychology, but then a bought a book on it, and the further I got into it, the further away I wanted to get from the idea. It wasn't what I was originally informed it would be, and that's basically the definition of depression. I thought I had my whole life completely figured out already, but apparently not.
So I spent all of my first few classes looking into what I possibly want to do with my pathetic life and what colleges could possibly help me fulfill these sad, hopeless ideas.
I got no where.
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