So, I’m going to be a really shitty writer.
A good writer is supposed to write EVERYDAY. I can’t keep up.
I start University in a a few weeks, I’m beyond nervous.
Journalism and Media Studies will be my first major, Politics will probably be second.
Have I already doomed myself? A whole ton of internet articles and blogs have basically said the same thing; Journalism is a dead-end career. Long hours, less than brilliant pay, tough competition, no social life.
aaaaaah, what am I going to do?
Today it dawned on me that I have beautiful friends.
Yes, they’re physically attractive, but that isn’t what I’m talking about.
What I’m referring to, is their personalities, their random acts of kindness. their vulnerabilities, their imaginations, their nature.
i am honoured to be surrounded by such beautiful people.