My idealism has gotten the better of me. Not that I consider myself the dreamer. In fact, I am more of the underachiever than a person who actually gets to have something done. I have started 5 cross stitch projects since I was in high school and, now, at 22, I still haven't finished anything. The jack of all trades and master of none. No wonder my parents think I can never survive by myself in Manila. No wonder, how much I try to tell them that I can, they seem to have this gnawing feeling at the pit of their stomachs. I am good at anything and excel in everything, but have achieved nothing.

Or, it could be contrariwise. Perhaps I am too much of my own critic. Hmmm....