I feel a sense of vague melancholy and dissatisfaction with my life and my progress. I feel stuck because I'm doing things I don't care about (college), but like I need to do it so that I can move onto to doing things that I really don't want to do (work). With little seedlings of hope that I will be able to find a career that doesn't suffocate my soul and an underlying anger that I am not a billionaire. Can't people see that I am special? Sigh. I feel petulant.