But i already know how shitty i am with everything i do. Writing, in particular, has turned into beating a dead horse.
Disadvantages brought upon myself at some fucked convention i can accept, but I mean, what does it tell you when seemingly everyone in this has at least been honorably mentioned for a random selected piece of writing by the adviser, himself?
Whats even shittier is i don't know if i can do better. I'm not sure if i'm even motivated to do better. Why is this feeling of gratification so important anyway?
This is half of why i've already chosen to not come back.
At least now i know this isn't for me anymore.
I've slumped past complacent mediocrity.
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That's bullshit. You're a great writer. And what a sweet ass...
You already know what I think about your articles, and Alec said it the best.
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