Sometimes I just get so disappointed with myself. Today is one of those times.
I am disappointed in how easily I lost interest in lab today, how mindlessly forgetful I was, thereby really screwing up the experimental plan I had laid out before leaving for the holidays. I am disappointed in how I am always such a wreck in semi-nervous situations, how I can’t get a grip on myself, and how I end up giving all the wrong impressions. I am disappointed in how I let myself cry again, how little things like a nice overcoat can turn upsidedown whatever reason and logic of which I managed to convince myself. I am disappointed that I am the perpetual B+ student. I am disappointed in how things went today, or didn’t go, with the one person who occupies so much of my thoughts these days. I am disappointed that I can’t keep my word. I am disappointed that I am so chicken when it comes to matters of the heart.