I’ve been having a hard time with my career choice this semester.
What article I don’t fail gets published and I’m not proud. What article I am proud of before publishing gets reworded, restructured or oversimplified.
All my creativity and personality gets drained out as if straining a pot of noodles over the sink. What good is a plate of food with no seasoning? What good is a rabbit with no fur?
What good is a writer with no personality?
It seems the only place I can be myself is right here, where no one cares…