I've been ashamed of my self the whole month. I'm 26 years old and I still haven't fisnished the university. I don't have a job. I don't think I'm good for the career I studied. It's been stressful and, on top of that, the fucking pandemic going around the world made me stay at home. It's kind of ironic but I decided to work on my thesis and make a presentation so my tutors could see what I had but the quarentine started the same week I was going to see them so... Here I am. Feeling bad and terribly wrong with my life.
It's like... I've been lost for so many years. I don't want to do this. I, probably, don't know what to do with my life.
I'll try to finish the corrections my teacher send me two weeks ago but I have no hope at this point.
In a lighter note, I'd like to learn a coreography tonight. I don't have a lot of things to do and exercising could help my mood. Watch me relying on my insuficent flow of hormones.
(The sad part about all of this is that I just realiced I've been struggling with these feelings for years. And it's nowhere to end. I'm hopeless and I'm unable to see the light.)
