I never thought there'd be a feeling of rejection that would exist in me.
I've been rejected from my dream. In my dreams and hopes, i wanted, oh so badly, to be a pro graphic designer. Sending in my portfolio with drawings, pictures, paintings, and PS stuff made me feel confident. I asked for opinions, worked really hard, and i thought i knew i could get it.
Getting that rejection letter made me feel like i was born worhtless and stupid. dying on my bathroom floor, i had no idea what to do with myself. I <i/> still have no idea what to do. Graphic designing was what i wanted. and the biggest question i couldnt answer was 'what are you gonna do now?' What <i/> can i do now? study business? law? engineering? psychology? in my head i cant do those things. a girl like me is not fit for a world of no art.
Still dying and crying a river on my bathroom floor...
maybe im not meant for this
i guess im not as good as i thought i knew i was