I'm writing this in the main library while I'm supposed to be studying physics and math. I cried a bit earlier. I just want to go home. --- Lord, I really fear that my decision to shift was made in haste. I don't know if I'll really work in this industry, because all I had for motivation was money. Now, I see what I was made to do for your glory. But I don't know what to do. Lord. I'm really, really weak. I don't know anything and I feel very incompetent. Please, give me peace of mind. Thank you for bringing me through this day safely and please help me stay sane. Lord, I really want to stop crying but I can't.