What if I don't know what I want to do? What if I'm pushing a certain direction because it presents hope, hope that I can't find anywhere else. Something I've been reassured of over and over again. Something that is potentially fulfilling and promising if I'm capable. And yet its a deep dark whole of lost souls also seeking that same hope and false faith.
What if I need the summer to figure out what I want to do with my life. What if I need the next full semester? what if taking that time off will only leave me more lost. But what's one semester compared to my whole life?

Pressure. Breathe. One hectic day at a time.