Life is what you make of it. So why did I make mine this way? All the other college kids are out gallavanting at parties and such while I am here in my little closet of a room doing homework almost all day. Is this just self-imposed torture? Is there some purpose to my madness? I really hope so; that my drive to constantly do homework isn't just a waste of time. What if I die before I graduate? The thing I think I would most regret was not talking to family and friends more. It definately wouldn't be not studying enough for this or that test. Even though I know this, I just can't stop myself from trying my hardest on every part of school. I guess that is just the way my life is and I'm going to have to deal with it.