Ughh. I feel like I'm standing on a cliff, looking over and wanting to throw up. Everything about life is so overwhelming. Making these decisions just drives me nuts. How are you ever suppose to feel mature enough? At nineteen you are thinking about things that are going to affect you for years. 

I'm not prepared for this. I don't mind looking down the road and thinking about the future, but setting up definite plans, I'm not ready. I want to cram so many things into my life that it seems impossible. 

School is inevitable, you just keep going and going and getting more education and more debt so that one day you can call yourself a "doctor"? Who even knows. Well, I definitely don't.