I’m somewhat depressed today. Aside from the attack that happened to me last week, I just registered for my courses for the fall semester and started thinking about finances. I won't get into the details. It's depressing. I feel like I can’t afford school. After the robbery, I feel like I can’t afford life (or specifically, less-problematically: to live in a good neighborhood). I won’t be poetic about it anymore. I worry a certain someone enough as it is. Why can’t I ever be happy with a decision?
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost.”
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