Things going south...or north. Who's to say?

Sometimes things just don't work out. You sit down to take a test and all your studying seeps out your eyes, giving you a headache. Your writing is atrocious. Your agoraphobia flares up and cripples you socially. Your attempts to publish you aforesaid atrocious writing explode like the Death Star (or the Death Star II). Your faith in yourself is virtually nonexistent. You feel insufficient because you suck at multi-tasking. You can't think of anything to write in your blog. The carpet of acne on your body is both excruciating and hideous. Your classes overwhelm you. Simple things confound you. And, no matter how hard you think about it, talk about it, or pray about it, you still have no idea what you are going to do with yourself or what sets you apart from any other tall freak.

But then there are the bad days...