I'm okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone worry with my last post. Things just seem a little out of control and the moment, and I'm wishing that I had sometihng stable to hold onto, to keep me from being unsteady. But doesn't everyone wish for that?

Surprisingly, or maybe not so, my Counselling class at Uni is helping me a lot. Not in that I'm getting actual counselling or anything, but it's giving me a purpose, an ambition, something to look to the future for. I've always known I've wanted to work with people in some way, whether it be as a social worker, psychologist, or counsellor. It just feels... right. I go to this class, and look forward to learning more, and I realise that all this somehow feels so natural.

Perhaps this isn't a wasted life after all. Just because one fire is dying out, it doesn't mean another one isn't being lit. I need to keep reminding myself of that.