Nothing is wrong with you. You are supposed to have days in which you are so self-assured followed by nights where you gaze into the sky and wonder if this is all there is. You are supposed to have years that feel like weeks and weeks that feel like years. You are supposed to get rejected sometimes. You are supposed to have people disagree with you at times. You are supposed to be a little lost now and again. You are not supposed to have all of the answers. Nothing is wrong with you.
