If I don't get people to read what I'm writing, I'll never get noticed and thus, I'll never get the chance to study Literature in an important university in either Europe or US. (I need a scholaship because these universities are extremely expensive and there's no such university where I live).
So, it's not that I want to be in the spotlight or anything. It's that if I don't get noticed, I'm forced to study for who knows how many hours to get into a university I hate. Eitherwise, my parents won't rent me my own apartment.
Thus, I decided to quit, since I've got my poems published for a long time in Figment and very few people bother to read them. Today I realised that I'm almost an adult and it's time to stop dreaming and decide what I'm going to do with my life and future.
My dream was and is to be a writer and earn money from that, but if I'm totally unknown, I'll end up as a homeless person. My parents can't feed me for the rest of my life, like I'm a baby.
No, I've got get responsible and find a way to earn my own living. As a writer or as a shop assistant.
Anyway, I'm used to that, because my dreams never come true. And this one is one of those dreams. That never get fulfilled.
I'm not a writer anymore. I don't know who and what I am, but not a writer. At least, until I get my faith back.
So, it's not that I want to be in the spotlight or anything. It's that if I don't get noticed, I'm forced to study for who knows how many hours to get into a university I hate. Eitherwise, my parents won't rent me my own apartment.
Thus, I decided to quit, since I've got my poems published for a long time in Figment and very few people bother to read them. Today I realised that I'm almost an adult and it's time to stop dreaming and decide what I'm going to do with my life and future.
My dream was and is to be a writer and earn money from that, but if I'm totally unknown, I'll end up as a homeless person. My parents can't feed me for the rest of my life, like I'm a baby.
No, I've got get responsible and find a way to earn my own living. As a writer or as a shop assistant.
Anyway, I'm used to that, because my dreams never come true. And this one is one of those dreams. That never get fulfilled.
I'm not a writer anymore. I don't know who and what I am, but not a writer. At least, until I get my faith back.
