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very unsure of myself. what to do. doubt is ever present.
no one really seems to care much. i guess as you grow
older, things change, and people become more distant.
theres no one to count on but yourself. you said you always
be there but where are you now. i wish i had actual plans.
im a dreamer without a dream.
a mess of a desktop organizer. undecipherable scribbles.
deadlines loom overheard closer and closer. my hair is
moving in the whirlwind that is my future...whatever the fuck
that is. i give anything to be certain of what is ahead.
i have a few options:
i. move back home with my parents. with no prospects of design,
the only advertising agency is called "art works." yeah fuck that.
ii. move home, until i find a place to live in houston. not really logical.
drive three hours to check out apts and job interviews. yeah fuck
that too.
iii. have my parents take my excess stuff home, and crash on a friend's
couch or floor. until i find a job and apt. hmm...could work. rather not.
iv. become a coffee slave again. i got advice today telling me theres no
shame in that. i just rather not go back. i hate to move backwards.
v. hmm...running out of ideas. everyone ask the same questions with
no answers possible answers.
i used to think that advice was trying to find someone with a similar point of view.
right now i hope advice is someone's ideas, comfort, attempt at finding a solution.
i sure hope someone that does good work likes my portfolio. i really do.
i need a mentor and i need to pick there brain for a good while, until i know what to do.
i just wish people would answer their phones and emails.
no one really seems to care much. i guess as you grow
older, things change, and people become more distant.
theres no one to count on but yourself. you said you always
be there but where are you now. i wish i had actual plans.
im a dreamer without a dream.
a mess of a desktop organizer. undecipherable scribbles.
deadlines loom overheard closer and closer. my hair is
moving in the whirlwind that is my future...whatever the fuck
that is. i give anything to be certain of what is ahead.
i have a few options:
i. move back home with my parents. with no prospects of design,
the only advertising agency is called "art works." yeah fuck that.
ii. move home, until i find a place to live in houston. not really logical.
drive three hours to check out apts and job interviews. yeah fuck
that too.
iii. have my parents take my excess stuff home, and crash on a friend's
couch or floor. until i find a job and apt. hmm...could work. rather not.
iv. become a coffee slave again. i got advice today telling me theres no
shame in that. i just rather not go back. i hate to move backwards.
v. hmm...running out of ideas. everyone ask the same questions with
no answers possible answers.
i used to think that advice was trying to find someone with a similar point of view.
right now i hope advice is someone's ideas, comfort, attempt at finding a solution.
i sure hope someone that does good work likes my portfolio. i really do.
i need a mentor and i need to pick there brain for a good while, until i know what to do.
i just wish people would answer their phones and emails.