Life is okay. My friends (most) are either currently falling apart or struggling, which in turn is making me feel like my life is falling apart because I've been so consumed by attempting to assist them. I did pretty fine in helping them work through their thoughts though. I am a premature therapist. Is premature even the right word?

I'm currently in the library, waiting to go check in for academic advising. I'm mostly lost though I was very determined to enter the science field full force at the beginning of this semester, considering to change my major to Neuro. But guess what, it didn't really work out. Maybe it could. Maybe I could try CLA Neuroscience. Who knows. I don't want to set myself back or put myself in the mindset that I can't do it. But I have other options and other interests. I'll probably jot them down here for later:

• interior design
• dogs/cats/animals overall
• writing
• video editting

I was rambling for the most part. One day I'll look back on this and realize I've either made the right decision on changing my major or the wrong one. But hey...life can't be that bad. Everything eventually changes for the better and if it's not, then it's on you to make those changes.