I get crazy ideas. I plan too big, too far into the future. This has not worked well with regards to combating my depression. So now I'm trying a new track, making tiny goals, before building up to larger ones. All I'm focusing on is getting up in the morning, showering, and getting out of the house. Each day.
I'm also quite impatient, and so this new plan is killing me. I want to be in school. I want to not have to say the same pathetic thing every time someone asks me what I'm doing with life. I want to be accomplished enough to be worthy of another's love -of my own love.