I am terrified.

Of everything. I'm terrified of how alone I feel. I'm terrified of the fact that I hate being around the people I'm supposed to love the most. I'm terrified there isn't a God and I'm terrified there is one but He has forgotten about me.

After three years at a good university, after spending £20,000 on feeding my brain, I know nothing.

"I don't know why this job appeals to me."

"I don't know what I want to do."

"I don't know what I've been doing all summer."

Well, that's just not good enough is it?

I'm terrified all these things make me a failure.

Now, I'm sitting here doing the only real thing my degree made me good at- writing. I can't tell you what significance Plithy the Younger had during the Last Crusades or how the Cuban Missle Crisis was sorted out in the end but by God could I write about it.

Even if I did blag half of it.