Where did my motivation go? I feel like blah. All I've been into lately is getting wasted and partying the night away. El Ocho is back. This didn't used to be me. I have no idea why I do it so often. I have no idea what I'm doing. I've fallen behind on the mere two classes that I've taken. I'm considering dropping them before I get an F. I guess, that this time I've bitten more than I could chew. Again.
Ah. I just feel lost... again. Berkeley is a million miles away.
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It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt
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