I cannot tell you how emotionally, mentally and physically unstable I am. Do I blame the 3 hour sleeps a day? Somewhat. I think it only amplifies it a bit—kinda like how alcohol amplifies people’s true feelings. So what is it? I’ll just go out and say it. I am tired as hell of working my ass off for not even a pat on the back from the loved ones. No matter what opportunities come my way and no matter how hard I work, I don’t feel their genuine support. Sure, I graduate in 2 weeks. That’s something to be proud of—but only on a slight scale.
Honestly, any moron can graduate. Try taking classes with a diverse group of people. That’ll only prove it. I know a bunch of people who decided not to go to college. My thoughts on this is that they’re far too advanced for institutionalized education. That’s another story.
I am grateful to have been presented great opportunities in the design field from my internship at the School of the Arts, developing a close-knit relationship with my instructors, being the second most annoying person in class while still gaining the respect of my peers and my instructors sending Rob and me to Dallas to attend a national design conference. But that just doesn’t seem to soak in with them. I need to learn to detach my design life from them—otherwise I’ll be stuck waiting from the genuine, heartfelt “I’m proud of you” that I’ve been waiting for far too long. What sucks is, my personal life and my design life—as with many designers—cross-pollinate.
I need to move on.