"I drive safe and slow, but don't know nothing about the engine." I'm ready to grow, and learn. I will leave for Greece this coming fall. I will. I will. I will. I will. Fuck money, and fuck school and fuck it all. I feel the need to save and save and save. And panic when my account is empty. I feel the need to stay in school because I had a high I.Q as a child, and grew up believing it was the only option for me. At this point, I have no idea what I want to do and have no clue what my passion is. I know that forcing myself to stay in school will only prolong any progress. I'd go through the bereavements again and again, just to know that everything will be fine in the end.