Disenfranchised

I am unsure of my purpose here. I wage-slaved my days away for this. I yearned to learn and create, and yet I find myself stifled in the smoggy atmosphere of academia. Fine arts? Too pretentious. Philosophy? Too dogmatic. English? Too historical? I'm beginning to think so. Linguistics? The sciences bore me. What about a B.A.? I'm lost. Will this make me happy? Am I too picky? This is my life. I have no idea how to apply it. What makes me happy? That's up to debate. I don't want a career; I want to live - truly. Too many questions. Too much analysis. Where am I going? Maybe two years is enough for now. Is it time to work and focus on my own projects? Everything is so uncertain. I'm drowning in questions.