Metaphorically banging my head

. . . because for some reason, a heavy cloud of gloom has descended above my head. It's so heavy it should just be labeled as an abnormally gigantic piece of hale.

This post is of no particular relevance but I've been doing a little thinking lately. I'm not happy. I don't know. It's not exactly the presence of misery; just the complete absence of happiness and, well, satisfaction. I don't like the way my life is going right now because in the first place there isn't anything to like-- it's not taking the course I originally planned it to take. Sure, I may be heading somewhere, but I don't know where that somewhere is. I really want to become a doctor but my "getting there" is not how I imagined it to be. It's very confusing. I don't like losing control of my life.

I'm writing because I want someone who might be in the same position to say something. You can start with a statement about the education budget cut. Just no consolation. It makes everything feel awkward.