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I'm applying to this young writer's convention/retreat/thing, and you have to send in a one-page writing sample with your paperwork. Somehow my mother managed to wheedle her way into making me let her read my submission before I sent it off. Now my self-esteem is way down because, as usual, she ripped it to shreds. There wasn't any, like, "I'm proud of you for doing this, Nyssa, but here are some little things you could work on...". No, more of a, "This is wrong. You need to change this. You can't possibly send it out in this state."
I was really excited about this, but now I just feel miserable. I'm gonna go turn my iPod dock to full volume and blast Joy Division while I go PMS in a corner.
Jesus Christ, all my posts are so damn negative. I need to start finding the happy in my life. It's just really hard some days, you know? Everything is piling up on me, and I feel very overwhelmed, and my inner-freakout is manifesting as bitching when I'm in public and panic attacks when I'm at home. I feel like I'm being a terrible burden on my friends, and I feel bad for making them put up with me.
Oh, and I'm seventeen now. So that's a thing.
I was really excited about this, but now I just feel miserable. I'm gonna go turn my iPod dock to full volume and blast Joy Division while I go PMS in a corner.
Jesus Christ, all my posts are so damn negative. I need to start finding the happy in my life. It's just really hard some days, you know? Everything is piling up on me, and I feel very overwhelmed, and my inner-freakout is manifesting as bitching when I'm in public and panic attacks when I'm at home. I feel like I'm being a terrible burden on my friends, and I feel bad for making them put up with me.
Oh, and I'm seventeen now. So that's a thing.