You never know where you'll end up. Sometimes, you guess correctly, and things go well. Sometimes, you couldn't be more wrong. But that's not always a bad thing. Now, I find myself improving; finally beginning to reach my potential. For the first time this year, I’m not sweating bullets or worrying about school every goddamn minute of the day. I can’t tell whether or not it’s the medication or just my own resolve, but I really don’t care. I thought that I would still be struggling, but I managed to turn everything around.
I still worry though. I can keep trying to do better and stay on the straight and narrow, but there’s always the distinct possibility of me screwing up and ruining everything I’ve worked for. To be honest, it scares me. It’s like I have a little nagging voice in the back of my head, constantly reminding me about how fragile my academic standing is right now.
I have to learn to stop focusing on this. For too long, I have let this dominate my life. I hang out with friends less and less, and often choose work over the odd bit of fun now and then.
All work and no play makes Frank a dull boy.
