My father has commented at my lack of excitement for my impending university adventure. He does have a point.

After having waited for two and a half years to go to university, the excitement has certainly waned. Furthermore, I feel as if I have missed out on something by matriculating after everyone else. It's the same feeling one gets when you are not privy to some private joke.

There is nothing I can say or do that can stop this creeping apathy.

I doubt that I can go back to studying and I doubt that I will enjoy doing whatever I decide to major.

Welcome to my morass.