Stupid.

I've come up with a theory.
Your major: It's like your best friend.
You love it. You love spending time together and getting to know more about it.
But sometimes you hate it. You swear this is the final straw, all the while knowing that eventually you'll go back to it because it's what you love and what you want in your life.
You can fight and hate each other and it's ok because you know your bond is strong enough it make it work.
I think I need a nap...