Next Option?

I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what to do with myself.

Even if I keep repeating those words, I will never ever know what to do with myself. Hmmm... Thinking wouldn't help either. For now, I don't know if I have chosen the right career. I believed I'm more inclined on the creative side. I'm an arteest (stress on the second syllable), or so I believed. I am a pleaser who easily gets frustrated and who is also hard to please. For this reason, I am quite aware that I got the wrong job, but you'll never know; no one really does. You can't always have what you want. Cliche. Cliche. Life's a cliche.

And thus the burning question: If this is not it, then what would be the next option? Hmmm... Suicide?! Kidding. I really don't know. Based on the resources I have, I really have nothing in my hands. Let the ball roll, they say. But with the presence of inertia, there's never a straight direction. Keep on rollin' sideways.