I'm not happy right now. The more and more time goes on I find that this isn't where I want to be. Art is not what I have passion for anymore, at least not like I used to. The professors want us to pull art peices out of our asses in a weeks time and for me, that just doesn't happen. I'm the type of 'artist' [if you will] that can't produce shit when asked, it has to come on it's own time and in it's own way. Besides that, I feel as though I've learned absolutely nothing in the half of a semester I've been here, it's all review for me and I feel like I'm above everyone else because they're all looking and working on things like monkeys doing math equations. My mom suggested 'challenging' the classes so I can test and pass out and move on up - but to me it feels pointless. I want to sing, dammit. I want to be back on stage and act and do what it is I'm feeling inside. I feel completely rediculous and like I've wasted everyones time, money and efforts in wanting to take and easy way out; this college. It's a three year deal, easy stuff but I can't find the motivation to bullshit my way through like I did through highschool... I'm so done playing that game. Am I being totally selfish and lazy? I wish I could answer that but at this moment I am so upside down that I just want to call it quits. I don't like that feeling. I don't want to fall down when I've come so far. So do I move on and try something else? Do I exhaust my abilities and try to stick it out here? Should I just stay because I'm already here and not impose on my parents? I have all these fucking questions and I never have any answers. My emotional state is numb right now, I couldn't even finish classes today, had to cut out early due to excessive crying and mental retardation... So what do I do...? Maybe I am making things to difficult, perhaps my path is below my feet but I'm so consumed in analitical chaos that I can't see it. I just wish I could do things like any regular person; go through school - get good grades - date the right people - make everyone happy. But, no, I have to make things difficult. Why? Hell if I know. I look at all the kids around me and they all seem to have more than enough of their shit in order, like they know where they're going, know what to do next, have the perseverence to continue... and me? Just the detached little observer of everything around me, my mind to involved in itself and it's questioning that life seems far to unreal to be more than just a dream. I'm lost.