I would like to get some
good news rather than rejections everyday. I would like to have had more
self-awareness months ago and given myself more projects, because picking up
projects to distract myself when I’m already feeling down is hard. I would like
to have good news to tell my parents, because sending them texts every day with
the names of where I’ve been rejected is bad enough, but their encouraging
texts back about how they’re proud of me make me wince and feel like I actually
failed at something where before it was easy to shrug it off and realize I’m
doing okay. I would like a glass of wine. I would like a bottle of wine. I want
a room to myself for a few days where it’s just me and a bed and a book.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
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“I have not yet unlearned the esoteric bullshit and pseudo intellectualizing that school brainwashed into my writing”Gloria Anzaldua
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