This semester...

Makes me feel really queasy.

I have a lot of uncertainties.

1. Can I do 5 classes?
2. Biology online?
3. The guilt and concerns financially. (Both this semester and for UCF)
4. Getting Into UCF.
5. And will the loosely discussed plan for housing work out in the spring?
6. Will all this stress translate as a reward when I graduate?
7. What the fuck am I really gonna do with my life?
8. Where is the line drawn between being an idealist, and being content as a realist?
9. At what age, do I need to start freaking out?

Above, was the gradual decay of my mindset.

The more I think about #1, the more I inevitably think about #9.

And my procrastination and hesitation is only making it worse.

I think I'm going to vomit.

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