7.5.10

Bitter rant.

I just can't do this.
This is too real and i'm not coping-I won't cope,this is shit.I am shit.
Who cares if i'm a fucking delight?I should be in nursing not in fucking print design working my fingers to the bone to a shitty tutor who doesn't understand my work-gives no feedback-constantly lead to believe you're on the right track.
Nobody understands how soul eroding this is-knowing you're NOT GOING TO MAKE IT.You don't have what it takes-however these girls who churn out the same stupid unimagintive designs do.
I feel sick.
It makes me sick.
It's horrible feeling of realisation that i've not only wasted a good 4 years of my life but thousands of pounds that isn't even mine.

WHY THE FUCK TO I BOTHER?THIS IS MEANT TO BE FUN-CHARACTER BUILDING??FUCK THAT.

destroying more like.

I dont know why the fuck I bother with anything.Everythings going wrong.I will fail.My life will be nothing.I will be nothing.


I HATE MYSELF.
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