Killing me softly....

Grad school is tough. I have at least 700 pages of reading a week. I'm working 25 hours a week. and recieving little incouragement from friends. I wish that could have some one to love and trust, but I fear that he will never find me. I fear becoming happy being medicore. I fear being lazy as a teacher. I fear the dark.
I wish that I could be braver sometimes, that being social with a large group of people would be easy for me. But that is not who I am. In college I have defined myself. The next 60 years will be what I do with my gifts. I will let the people I love know that I love them. If trust is given to me, I will return it. May I make a difference in the world. I will cry, and may I continue to cry, for things that need change. May I spread hope and peace in my own way. May I love passionatly and steadfastly.