Tomorrow I'm going to walk into my adviser's office and get drop slips for two classes: Business Calculus 2 and Macroeconomics. I have been fooling myself for about four years, trying and failing to do things that I'm just not great at. I might as well have gone for a degree in basketball or rocket science. I'm not stupid, but I've made stupid decisions.
Tonight I became massively depressed. It's not pretty, I won't bore you with the details. The cure for this little depression was so mind-numbingly simple I almost cried.
I need to change my major to English. English, of course. Maybe Philosophy, too. Why? Because it's what I'm good at. It's what I was made to do.
You MUST play to your strengths. Anything else is a waste of time.