Some days, I wake up doubting everything I ever believed in. This is one of those days. I want to spend hours reading comforting lit like Harry Potter, or painting, or playing flute - anything but face my work and the world.

How quickly the negative voices in my head return, once I begin to doubt... for some reason, they've returned with a vengeance. I need a hug, a lengthy cry, or my dog. But I'm unlikely to get any of the above. I think I'll just go work on my german assignment instead and hope I can ditch this unhappiness on my own.