What Am I Even Doing

So I'm sure every college kid goes through that awful time of wondering why in the world they're majoring in what they are, and today is one of those many times for me. I can sing. I know that. And I think I've gained a sense of entitlement. Sure, last semester was hard, but I made it through with a great GPA. I think I just remembered the great parts of last semester and not the awful parts. So. I can sing. So what? Can I read music? Sort of. Can I easily sing in other languages? Not under pressure. Can I play piano? I don't know, you travel back to my last class and tell me if I even played one note right. It's like everyone is 100 times better than me. Even the other freshman. And man, if that isn't a slap in the face, I don't know what is. Truth is, I feel awful. Absolutely degraded, worthless, and dumb. Because everyone understands the music language and I'm just that tourist snapping pictures and smiling and nodding. What am I even doing here? I'm just a singer and no matter how hard I try, I can't get better than that. It's like I'm in stand still traffic, but all the other cars are just my insecurities and doubts in my way. I'm well aware the problem here. It's my attitude. But jeez, it's just really hard to have a good outlook today.