Frustrated.

I don't know why. I just am. I can't find what I'm looking for, I can't decide if Wellesley is the right place for me, I can't figure out what I want. Don't know what I want to do, don't know what I'm good at, don't know where I should be or who I should be with. I get frustrated with people who can't let go of their immature prejudices.

I'm not tired of home, and I definitely don't want to go back to Wellesley yet. But I am tired. And cranky.