Anyone wanna hear something kinda depressing?

Last night when the plane started to take off, it hit me even more. As we were going down the runway, one of the worst times for me anyway, I was thinking, maybe the plane will crash and I'll die. I can't see what going to happen from now anyway, maybe I've fulfulled my mission in life. That would certainly make me feel a lot better. I was slightly disappointed when we got up all right.

When we got above the clouds, there was a second sunset. It was pretty cool, but instead of making me feel inspired, it made me more depressed. I think I feel like a failure because I wasn't able to come up with a masterplan for my life and how I am going to contribute to saving the world.

My aunt tried to convince me to spend some time in the Middle East before finding a permanent job here. It's starting to sound pretty good, and the arguments I had against it don't seem to be standing up so well. Don't be surprised if I end up in the UAE for 6 months or so.