I love the fact that I’m in college and a writing major. It’s given me the opportunity to become more comfortable with what I love, but whether I’m actually learning is another situation. As much as I’m trying to grow and develop as a writer i feel like it’s basically been pretty impossible to flourish in such white spaces?? Not that I need my professors to not be white, but I’d feel incredibly better if I knew that they were people who actually understood the shit thats happening in the world. Because, like, at the end of the day they’re the ones who would be reading and analyzing and grading my very personal work. And if they don’t get it, then ????. But also the thought of writing about real shit they wouldn’t understand and letting them truly hear the insides of my mind makes me want to vomit. It’s hard enough dealing with people in person taking your heart for granted and not understanding your experiences and feelings, but am I strong enough to let people do the same thing with my writing? Probably not. But I wish i was.
always forgetting how natural and easy it is for people to weave in and out of each others lives. and because of that i need to learn how to be more understanding and accepting of when people fade out of mine
