Failure

Things are not going as well as I want to pretend. I quit a secure paying job, albeit in a field I was tired of, to go to school and learn something more interesting. To immerse myself in a scientific education, to live a very long-stifled dream. To one day get a job that might make me happy. To be painfully honest, to do something I will never be any damn good at. Period. Right now, I'm trying very very hard to keep myself from screaming and throwing nice things through glass windows. It hurts my throat to not scream.