They’re all around us. Every minute of your life you make multiple choices, from what time you wake up to what shade of eyeshadow you swipe over your lid to who you choose to be friends with. Lately, it feels like the choices I make are for the better but the outcomes are always the same.

Is it the stress of the end of the semester and the final grades possible to get are the ultimate tester for your overall grade in the classes you’re taking or is it the pressure to try and succeed to be happy?

This semester I’ve made plenty of better choices. Not going out as much as last semester… Trying to decide if this school is the “best” suit for me… Or even if this major is what I think is the best for me… But it seems like these last couple weeks my dream of being truly happy with what I want is slowly fading and it feels like I’m slowly being erased from myself in away. Changing my major is one thing I know I’ll benefit from, but the main change feels like it’s so far away yet all I need is to get better grades in order to be accepted. It’s fair but not at the same time. I work hard to get the grades and study to try and get better ones, but in the end I still don’t get what I need. 

Hoping that I wouldn’t be in this school for another whole year was/is my ultimate goal on my road to being truly happy. But at this point the acceptance into the school I want is looking dull. Why is it that you work so hard, yet it doesn’t matter because you end up in the same place?