*breathes*

[bedlamsbard]

At this point in time, options doesn't mean "there is only one way to my goal and I have fucked it up irrevocably." It means "I haven't quite figured out what to do yet and there are several things I want and several paths to them."

Now to repeat it until I believe it.

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[snacky]

"I haven't quite figured out what to do yet and there are several things I want and several paths to them."

So true, but so hard to believe when you're upset. Hang in there. *hugs* I can't imagine it's fucked up irrevocably.

[bedlamsbard]

It's not. It's -- argh, fucking graduate school panic. The sort of thing where I end up in a corner going, "Well, isn't it nice that I managed to fuck up my entire life in two years of college?" (Which would be quite impressive, considering I neither drink nor party and I have a very solid 3.5 GPA and have not gotten pregnant, I have no student loans, and my very expensive fancy private university education is more or less covered for the next two years. So managing to fuck that up would be quite an accomplishment. *headdesk*)

Thanks, babe.