This week has been absolutely dreadful. Finished through my last midterms. In that time I lost a day's worth of sleep and arguably a week's worth of sanity. Did very poorly on a certain class's midterm that isn't required for me, only to be forced to drop it. Someone who I was supposed to spend today with decided to cancel. I'm really upset because I was really looking forward to spending a nice and relieving day after this week. Prepared myself and my mind only for a lot of things this week to collapse on itself. I'm in bed now, letting my schoolwork pile up. I feel so out of place in my university. It's supposed to be a school of very accomplished people and honestly I am inspired by a lot of the people that go here. I'm jealous because it's such a privilege to get a college education and sometimes even more when you can reap success. I lose sleep just trying to level it for myself and reach success but I haven't seen myself accomplish much since coming here. I feel I have been in some prolonged limbo since the end of high school. And maybe more specifically when I came back to California after the summer. So many things happened the first months of 2015 that I can't even say if it was either good or bad because they happened on such terrifying extremes. I met some wonderful people, enjoyed good company, and truthfully saw myself grow a bit. And I also have been faced by some miserable experiences and had my soul go through some excruciating pains. And when it all averages out, that year seemed average. I'm being revisited by the past and it's really stressing me out. In childhood, I had so many questions that I wanted answered. And being who I am I could never accept the answers I received. I couldn't accept that life was just as it is and that I ought to accept complacency and conformity. That kind of thinking probably damaged me a lot since it's not like I could've created a more suitable environment for me to grow in. I was still a kid. Now I look back at how that environment impacted me in such a traumatizing way. How the people who I thought were there for me only wanted to see me a certain way. I feel as though since I couldn't truly be as a child, my true self was stolen and stripped from myself. I couldn't be. I wonder where my true self currently is. It continues to haunt me today and even when I try to come to terms with it, I always lose a bit of myself just peering within it. Now it's a bit lonely since I decided to start anew. I wanted to make meaningful friendships and keep the past at bay. Yet I haven't done that. I haven't been able to see myself grow with and within others. I thought beginning would be good. Now it feels I just want the end. And here I am, struggling to better myself, challenge myself. I thought this academic quarter would be one where I could see myself achieve some success. I decided to put off activities that would have helped me create a nice resume and build me a little better. But things just aren't turning out so nicely in any respect. There's undoubtedly a lot that needs to be faced. There's a lot to be worked on. A lot of things that I didn't even expect. For now I wish that in the hopefully near future I could reread this on a day where life might be heading in a more optimistic direction. And maybe laugh a little at how different life by then might be.