I just got rejected by snail mail for a job I didn’t really want in the first place. Now that I can put that out of my mind, what am I going to do? I feel like crying out of pure desperation, but that would mean admitting defeat. I’d just assume give back my BA and take back the last four years of my life. This route is leading me nowhere. I chose the wrong major. I made the wrong choices. I’m in the wrong place, and I feel like I’ve learned absolutely nothing. My God, I’m almost thirty years old and still nowhere to be found. It’s a blessing in disguise this rejection, and I’m a horrible interview. I guess my first mistake was telling them I’m a poet, which is, in itself, debatable.
I will dedicate myself to you and nothing else. You define me, therefore, I have no choice but to submit.