Aye, Hay
Someone special: your mission today:
convince me to go to graduate school. I am hoping to achieve an MFA in creative writing.
or unconvince me to go to graduate school. writers are 98% talentless and often live poor, sad, lonely lives spent in unrequited love.
But somebody please convince me either way because I'm monstrously ambivalent. Some days the future looks nice, like the image seen through cut glass, and some days it's like a black pavement road that leads into an infinite gray sky. Long, long, longly gray sky and no trees.
Is it better, please, to think too much of yourself, or too little?
convince me to go to graduate school. I am hoping to achieve an MFA in creative writing.
or unconvince me to go to graduate school. writers are 98% talentless and often live poor, sad, lonely lives spent in unrequited love.
But somebody please convince me either way because I'm monstrously ambivalent. Some days the future looks nice, like the image seen through cut glass, and some days it's like a black pavement road that leads into an infinite gray sky. Long, long, longly gray sky and no trees.
Is it better, please, to think too much of yourself, or too little?