Sometimes I forget how selfish I can be. Even though I was barely able to survive this semester, it doesn’t justify the fact that I neglected to love on the people who truly matter, who were also barely surviving. I’m back at home now, and the problems that I had in Austin seem so far removed from me, as if I’m living two completely different stories. I was blinded by the problems of one relationship that I couldn’t see what was happening here at home. I told my brother that I felt like a burden and that I seriously thought about dropping architecture at UT in order to be at home, to make things right. He thought that plan was absurd, which it was, but I feel like I shouldn’t be able to have this life in Austin when people here are still hurting. Why am I so inept when it comes to human interaction and relationships.