I don't know who I am. I've been having this mini-crisis since about the end of September. I was better for a while, but then it all came back today. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, who I'm supposed to be, or anything at all. What if I don't want to do actual social work? Then what? What should I do with my life? Where should I go? I just don't know.
And then there's the whole church issue. I have no idea what's going on there. Maybe I need to go somewhere else. I don't know. I'm so confused. I don't know what I should do.
Tonight as I was biking back from the library this girl yelled at me "Julia! Hey! Julia! Julia!" I might not know who I am, but I'm reasonably sure I'm not Julia.
I was freaking out to my roommates a little bit ago about all of this and one told me to "do what I want to do." I responded "but if I don't know who 'I am' how do I know what I want to do?"
And my favorite jeans in the whole world ripped today. So now I'm having an identity crisis and I have no favorite pants. I'm an identityless-favorite pantsless person.