Indecisive whiny bitch? Excuse me: I don't know how old you are or how much experience you've had with these things, but I've been in college since 2007. I have two completed associates degrees that I could care less about. My dream career (graphic design) didn't just appear in a dream when I graduated high school. It took eight years between three different colleges and a shitload of failed classes for most of those.
Fortunately, my family's helped me out financially so I haven't had to deal with that... but I've still had to deal with the uncomfortable conversations with my mom when I've informed her that I failed Intro to Computer Networking for the second time and if I fail once more, I can't take it again.
I won't even get into the 2 or 3 years of that where I was stuck in a terrible part-time job I was failing at, then coming home to my online classes where I was also failing, and trying to move out but failing at that because guess what: working part-time at $8.71 an hour isn't liveable. I tried to motivate myself into going full time... but I couldn't motivate myself to do it. I couldn't even keep a relationship going. I couldn't even keep my own room clean or do my own laundry because I was so depressed.
The good news is that phase has passed. I'm 26 now, am working full-time and am taking 14 credit hours at school while having a functional and happy relationship. After doing that project which I put my heart and soul into, I finally realized that I want to do a career in graphic design (that's what I did on the project). I'm immensely excited about what the future holds... this is the first thing I've been excited about career-wise. Ever. It took eight full years, but I'm finally at the beginning of where I want to be.
Not everyone just knows what they want to do with the rest of their life as soon as they blow out the candles on their 18th birthday. It's not that simple. That's why people drop out, flunk out, and get stuck in horrible dead-end jobs until the find what it is that makes them happy.
Right now, I'm stressed out, tired, dealing with a lot of anxiety (which I'm finally getting therapy for!) and am in a generally not-nice mood. I'd apologize for that... but you know what? Fuck you. You made this personal. I'm pissed that I got an A- on this project and I'm just too tired to be tactful about what you think of this. Go to hell.