Thought Catalog


In college, surrounded by six cups of coffee, consecutive late nights, deadly deadlines, group projects, midterms, finals, friends, fake friends, friends-who-you’re-not-really-friends-with-but-don’t-want-to-see-die friends, rejection, failure, success and happiness, it’s the best time to be unsure of yourself.

“I hate James. I wish he would quit.” I read that in an email of one of my co-workers. He accidentally sent it to me but it was intended for another co-worker. They hated me. I wanted to quit.