I’m going through one of those moments when you feel totally hopeless about the future. As of lately I can’t stop thinking about how much time I have left, or how much I’ve already wasted, and it is making me feel like I can’t do anything good enough. This is amplified by the fact that I have to think about college, and every time I look at what I’ve done I realize that nothing I’ve done is up to their standards, especially not my scores.
I honestly don’t know what I expect of people, but I feel so stupid for thinking that what I’ve done is good enough. It’s never good enough.
I believe that if I could find the motivation, a purpose of some kind to work hard, then I can do it, but I have no clue what I’m doing with my life. Where am I going? I don’t know. Why am I doing this? Ask someone else.
People will tell me that everything doesn’t just fit into place like that but I find it impossible to work that hard without those circumstances. Why are you wasting away, spending every moment invested in work that you don’t care about at all? Doesn’t it hurt you to see yourself so empty? How can you stand to look in the mirror with nothing but an empty husk looking back at you?
This was exactly what I was afraid of as a child. I never wanted to grow up, because in my mind adulthood is just the stage in life where your childhood dies and your imagination goes with it. I didn’t want to be that unhappy to be alive, but look where I am right now.
I don’t want to be consumed by this, and I especially don’t want to loose the little bit of imagination and joy that I have left. I don’t just want purpose, I NEED it. Where would you even find a deep and meaningful purpose to live? (Also don’t answer with religion, because I never bothered to believe it in the first place so why start now?)

