Had a bad day today.

Mad at students, who didn't seem to care that much as I did.

Received a rejection letter again. I was not offered a TAship.

Though I already knew the possibility of it.

So I'll have to work hard work hard work really really hard at my part-time job.

Dead tired, deadly depressed, desperately want something meaningful in return.

Does all this mean anything to me?

I am doing all this for what?