I finally know what Butterbeer tastes like. We went to The Nook earlier today. And we waited for such a long time that it was really rage-inducing to see other people stay in there so long. --- For the first time this semester, I am admitting that I am tired of shit. I am tired of all the shit. I am tired of not having enough drive and willpower to accomplish any task excellently, as is what I had intended to do when I shifted into this course. I have a feeling that i will never be satisfied in any field at all. It seems like nothing in the world was made for me. Nothing. I am not compatible with any kind of field. I used to think I was a good writer but really, a lot of people seem to be better than me at it. I am a nobody. Just coasting through. In the background of someone else's dazzling life.