Utterances of a Disgruntled Self

Well, here it is, my final year of college. I can say that it certainly flew by fast, and what a blur it has been.

Unfortunately, I feel nothing of substance as I sit here on my computer—no solace in knowing that I have a good job lined up: no relationship and a smattering of true friends. Was it meant to end up this way? Was the total focus on classes and interviews worth it? I feel that a point has been reached, upon which, no return is increasingly imminent. I must change, I must. But I can't; the severity of my degraded self is insurmountable. I feel ashamed that most social interaction hardly involves the real me. I suppose I could escape this given a miracle, but that is the problem miracles are scarce. That is their very nature. I will sign off now, back to my lonesome self, a self that feels hollow and resolute in its brokenness.