It's so strange how life works out. It will convince you that everything's going to be okay, and then you find yourself dropping out of college your senior year because the Wellbutrin and Prozac don't help enough to fight off that depression you've been pushing out of your mind for 22 years. You find yourself barely able to get yourself out of bed, much less out of your apartment on Main Street in the worst part of Worcester, Massachusetts. You find yourself wondering what the fuck you're going to do with your life now that you've royally screwed up your college career at Clark University, a wonderful school that you were lucky to attend.

You just find yourself wondering what could possibly happen from this point forward in your life that could even come remotely close to all those great things you expected.

This is what I wonder. Shit.