I just came to a crushing revelation. I'm going back to college for my last term on Wednesday, and if I get good grades, onto university this September (thanks, british government, for making a gap year impossible!) to study film, from which point I hope to get into the industry. However, this means that I only gave a few months until everything becomes an endless uphill struggle. I will never again have nothing to worry about. I will be living near and with other students, normal people, for three years, I can't hide from them anymore, I will never feel safe again. I'll never again be able to expect some forgiveness for the mistakes i make.
I guess I've made this post partially to vent and also to ask when everyone else's 'tipping point' was? When did life start having to be organised for you, when things got serious? I get the feeling this point is something everyone reaches, a "quarter life crisis" as such.
I guess I've made this post partially to vent and also to ask when everyone else's 'tipping point' was? When did life start having to be organised for you, when things got serious? I get the feeling this point is something everyone reaches, a "quarter life crisis" as such.