I’m done. The emotions I feel are extreme, but the passions I harbor are not. I don’t feel enough satisfaction from these designs to merit such hard work, such sacrifice that will be required down the road. I’ve come to abhor the studio and everyone it in. I’ve come to despise what I create.

It’s not sad; I’m not going to turn my decision to change my major into a whirl of sappy, morose sentiment. I’m simply not happy or proficient at what I’m attempting to do, so I’m going to change whatever it is I’m doing.

That’s all. It’s rather exciting, really. Everyone must face pragmatism some day. Sometimes visions must wait.