I keep telling myself that I don’t have to decide for sure just yet, but my brain keeps going over it. It’s hard to let go of dreams, even when they’re old and no longer true.
This weekend has been pivotal. I realize that I may not want to be a writer at all, or at least, not go to journalism school. Because writers don’t really have to go to J-school.
I think I might want to go to art school instead. In Montreal. I still want to do communications though… I don’t know. This is weird. I should shut up. Now.