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It's eleventh today and I'm feeling rather depressed. I do hate (a word maybe to strong but adequate for my current mood) both myself and my university. Myself for being so damn cowardly and university for making things difficult. I know I needed time to find out what I really wanted to do with my life - that's why I've gone where I've gone. But know that I know it, everyone's against it. And by general advice and uneasiness with declaring the three past years of my life wasted I've decided to get a diploma, that I won't ever make use of. And with that I fell that this whole year will be a waste as well. I needed time and I've had enough of it. Why can't that be enough?