Frustration.

So I'm a writer, sometimes. I write to get my feelings out, to figure things out. That's (probably a small) part of what I intended this blog to be. The problem is, there are a million things going on right now that I can't write about, for one reason or another (mostly because of who reads it, who might read it, or the fact that anyone is reading it). Like how I feel about each of the firms I've interveiwed with, like how Monday was amazing and why, like how I am really, really bad at some very specific things and wish I knew how to be better, and how a million things are running through my head about the future. It's really frustrating. Part of me wishes I was truly anonymous, not just pretend-anonymous. Crap. I need to just get a journal and hand-write this stuff.