Purging Facebook friends and liked pages. Wondering why I was ever “friends” with these people/liked these things in the first place.
And that’s it. I’m emotionally attached to you. For the first time in a while, I actually *want* someone.
I went into nonfiction hoping to learn about the craft and try it out. But when my teacher does workshops that don’t seem to be substantially helpful to anyone, I wonder why I’m even here in the first place. Here’s to hoping that his written comments will be good (but doubting it a bit…).
(I like nonfiction, think I’m decent at it, and will probably do intermediate, but dear god, I hope I can get another teacher).
I’ve gotten so used to telling no one my feelings. Even sending a friend a message about a few things is making my stomach turn.