I used to stay up at night fantasizing about all the things I would do when I made it as a writer. I dreamed about touring the world and meeting everyone who believed in my writing. 731 more words
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Tomorrow, I return to school for the first time in 1.5 years. I feel excited and nervous at the same time.
On the bright one side, it’s a second chance for me to do things correctly this time so that when I graduate, I won’t struggle as hard to find something that resembles a career. 442 more words
I used to call myself an aspiring writer, but that’s not really what I am. I’m a wannabe writer. The difference? An aspiring writer works towards their dreams and hasn’t made it yet, and a wannabe writer is someone who wants to be a writer and has hardly ever written anything. 745 more words
Since I grew up non-religious, I never knew the seven deadly sins existed until high school. Yesterday’s awesome prompt from The Daily Post asks us to pick an eighth sin… 312 more words