Shouldn't I be happy that I am starting my career? That I got a job in my field? I mean, in this economy and with little experience, I should be ecstatic for the opportunity that awaits me, right? But I want passion, I want my entire world to be full of things I love. Music, fashion, film, art, words, exploration, design, travel. We are given this life, this limited time, and the only one who dictates what we do with it is ourselves. I want a job with freedom, creativity and versatility that permits me to indulge in these passions and allows me to be myself, not a contrived version of myself. Oh life, you get me every time. What the fuck am I getting myself into?
This helped relieve some stress:
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